Sleep Baby Girl

Sleep baby girl.

Heaven don’t

choose no favorites.

This graveyard real estate

might have you sleepin

in the corner, but Jesus

don’t care the color of your skin.

Up on the hill above you

there’s some fine tombstones

rasin’ up from the dirt,

all marked with fancy names.

Those pale scratches

in your stone long gone.

It just sits propped against

the fence for people to wonder.

Folks walk down to you

and put their heads down

sayin’, “Look at this forgotten one.”

You aint forgotten. God been knowin’

your name since the minute you was born

and he keeps sayin’ it when he walks

past you in heaven.

Yes baby girl your body’s still sleepin’

in that corner where you was laid.

Them bones up the hill has grown silent

because death came to show them

they was never any better than you.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph: Forgotten  ~ ©Teresa ~ Razzamadazzle

Written for Real Toads The Sunday Challenge ~ Featuring Teresa

Teresa at Razzamadazzle graciously offered her photographs for inspiration for our poetry.
Also posted at dVerse ~ Poets Pub OpenLinkNight ~ Week 56