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