I’m penning this letter on Christmas day.
I couldn’t write before, as my daughter was away.
Three times I prayed she would come today.
Although she came, she said she couldn’t stay.
My soul feels tense and ill at ease.
My breaths are shallow in the face of her beast.
He’s robbed her soul and stole her love,
But never could she come if not for God above.
My child was conceived in love for the face of God to see,
Not in some deep dark hellhole that you hold the key.
I’ll defy you going to my grave
And I’ll win back the soul that you take.
Joyce Lynn Eggleston
Indianapolis, IN – December 2006
Inspired by unconditional love for my daughter.