Anisha Youngblood

Goodnight, My Love

Goodnight my love,
Goodnight goodnight
Your soul is weary,
You fought a good fight

Sleep now my love,
Please, please rest
God is calling
You've passed the test

Don't burden your mind,
With thoughts of me
You must go now,
Your soul is free

Peace is awaiting
For you to darken its door,
You are absent from your body,
But you are present with the Lord

I beg you not to grieve,
though I just might,
Goodnight my love, goodnight

Submitted: Thursday, September 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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  • Anisha Youngblood (9/12/2013 3:42:00 PM)

    thank you all for your kind words.
    This is a poem I wrote for my bestfriend when her mother passed away after a lengthy illness. (Report) Reply

  • Tyln Moodley (9/12/2013 12:49:00 PM)

    Dear Anisha. Im sorry if you lost a loved one. IF thats what you are referring to. If not, I would just like to say, that your poem as a lot of meaning to it. (Report) Reply

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