I search with a friend
Countless days and nights
I’ve approached the wicked in every corner
Like a beggar
Asking of complete strangers
From all walks of life
Just a moment of their time
To glance at the last photo taken of you
I quiver growing emptier in their replies
No, No, No,
Some of them even laugh
Yelling Sister’ you better move on
Others spit out
Get home Momma’
Yet I hold on
Determined with every breath in my soul
To find you
Looking into the eyes of girls
Some younger than you
Standing out there on the corner
Waiting for a complete stranger to drive up
The taps of those heels running to the curb
Each time crushing me inside
Leaving me in worry
Fearing the worst outcome
I will walk until the heels of my shoes
Are worn to a frazzle
A beggar I have become
Still a Mother with hope
I find my child
Copyright 2009
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