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

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