April 18,2021 Merry Sunday πŸ₯³πŸŽ‰πŸ₯³πŸŽ‰

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🌷

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