No Home

Home was a person with two sets of brown eyes

and a wrinkled face. She was

My heart, my rock, my caretaker, my everything…

Fuck you, Death! You took my home away!

She was my mother, my father, my grandmother, and grandfather.

She filled the role of three extra people

Who were either too sick to help themselves or too cowardly to care.

 

Without her..I have no home.

My grandmother, is my Home. And

No place, no person, will ever replace her.

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