She mused she’d visit her daughter’s thoughts for awhile
that brought her to smile.
All the while tears streamed, streamed down.
She saw herself as more than a clown.
The pain almost got her down.
Thoughts, more than a few.
Painful nights, how she consumes
that dull mocking quiver quaver.
“How she could see I miss her, I think of her.”
Though she’s gone, life goes on.
GOD still loves His baby girls.
SoundCloud Recording: GOD Still Loves His Baby Girls
by Minister Saint Jerriè McGill