Possibly Poetry Or Short Story
Versed in Piddle
Pacing
Chasing this alcohol with voids
Keeping the people I live with annoyed
Staying in the house
Corona Im trying to avoid
Keeping myself busy
Grandma and mom not here with me
Me and my aunt grieve thee
Alone but not alone,
Family tree
Tree of Life
I Piddle No More
But, explore.
Looking for my place
Tears run down my face
Seen death too many times
Y’all left this earth with grace.
Had to brace myself for yalls transition
Realized my life is full of missions.
Started to live,
Gave myself permission.
To hear yalls voice again.
I would sit back and listen.
Piddling along in life till I see y’all again.
When it’s my time to go
Call my next to kin
I’ll be next to kin again.
🌷The Ninth Poetess🌷
North Omaha Writer's Group/ N.O.W. GROUP 