My Request To God
I think of you and I can hear your voice in
paradise ... grandma talk to god to come back
one more time ... until my day comes.
I want to be the girl who played in the room
and I ran into your arms.
Talk to God
that I will be obedient, a good girl
just to have you again with me.
This is not a letter because you never
learned to read with his eyes ...
You always read with your beautiful heart,
my grandmother and foster mother.
I know that God will understand me ...
I always
I will love you my princess with white hair.
I'll wait for you sitting in our old chair ...
Copyright © Iza Costa | Year Posted 2020
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