Where I Dropped Her Off.

Dear God,

I’m just wondering how is She doing up there?

Are you cooking for Her like I did?

Is She happy?

Does She miss Me?

Can She see Me?

I miss Her dearly.

God,

Please keep Her safe,

And tell Her I’ll meet Her,

Where I dropped Her off.

The door to nursery,

And I’ll meet Her with a hug.

Oh,

How I miss those little arms around My neck.

Legs around My waist,

That day She squeezed tighter,

She didn’t want to let go.

The nook,

In My neck,

Was made for Hers.

God

Please let Her know.

Mama is doing Her best,

Probably I need deep rest.

But the show it must continue,

And I promise to make it good.

Worthy of watching,

Leading with love.

Uplifting.

Inspiring.

So,

God,

Tell Her from Me.

I’ll meet Her when You say.

But not yet,

Please.

My Love,

I am sure He is on the way.