I hope when I close my eyes the final time,
That it's like fall asleep on the couch at grannies.
After a warm family gathering,
Snuggled into my sisters side, warm,
Full bellies and
Safe.
I hope that when the reaper comes for me,
She lifts me softly in her arms.
Almost like being carried to grannies bed by dad just one more time.
I want to be close to my loved ones still, as if I'm just in the other room.
Waiting for them to come wake me,
"Come little one"
"it's time to go home"
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Things never said
PoetryPoetry written by a lost soul at different points in my life. I hope to get feedback and I hope that you'll enjoy 😊 as reading please keep in mind that I am a novice poet with a soul full of words that can only glimpse into what I may be feeling bu...
