Miss America

As the days go pass green grass still rise. 

The world didn’t stop, not even for a second. 

Still standing in immense pain. 

My heart still lingures to hear you say... 

How you doing Miss America? 

It won’t be a forever wait just along one. 

We’re all waiting for the day to be with the Father and the Son.

I can’t wait to see you on that Glorious Day. 

Until We Meet Again Love. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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