~It's tough to say that I am afraid of the future many souls want to leave out their lovely homes cold, empty, and spacious.
~It's people like me who hide behind the blankets that's oderous even after sobbing and contemplating.
~After a while I sit back and don't relax as my brain tries to drain out every sorrow that I have where my leaky eyes can drown itself.
~My grandmother's soul decided to find a new home somewhere spacious and lively patiencently she waits for the right time and place before her soul left she never let time rush her life or her way of telling people how to be patient saved her.
~Her soul is not sorry for her dissapearence but she is grateful for how long she spent with the patiences she had after many years.
~Yesterday as I hid under my blanket of misery I felt so ungracious for being impatient with her soul leaving her home, her family, and life all behind when in reality the soul just wanted to start a new journey.~
This poem goes to my grandma, Jonnie Mae. Rest well my beautiful and patience soul.