Last Friday,
my feisty Grandma traversed on,
on to her next life.
scented, shrouded,
en route to her forever-home.
She was 80 years young,
living with family.
They were so careful
She never went out
covid still stole her from us
We want her back
It's these f*cking politicians' fault
they eat, sleep, party, vacay
and all I want is my Grandma back
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
Last Friday,
my feisty Grandma traversed on,
on to her next life.
scented, shrouded,
en route to her forever-home.
She was 80 years young,
living with family.
They were so careful
She never went out
covid still stole her from us
We want her back
It's these f*cking politicians' fault
they eat, sleep, party, vacay
and all I want is my Grandma back
I love and miss you Grandma. I'll pray for you. I'll see you one again in the future, by our Lord's grace. I wish I could have been there with you, face to face, one last time. You know you were loved. You know how much I adored you. I love and miss you so much
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