Monday Morning Boost: Return to Hope, Find Peace
I gently held her hand which was no longer warm. I kissed her forehead now rigid to the touch. My tears softly dripped onto her cold cheeks. Heaven received its newest angelThe day we lost our loveI guess they must have needed herTo watch us from above My heart broke as I said goodbye to my cousin Kenzie, the young girl I wrote about last week who died after giving birth to her baby boy. This beautiful girl, who I…