Poem About Death And My Son

I’m thinking about riding a rain drop
on the winds abound.
Ain’t that a shame, what a shame
to ride it way to early.
But you were always game.
What a melody.
I’ll ride a rain drop to drop to
be in the arms of an angel
You are so amazing said Grace.
Ain’t that a shame. what a shame.
I’m coming home to you
and we’ll walk with my Grandda.

She was born to die anyway that’s what

They all will say

. She never wanted to be here anyway. How about it hurt to stay?

I’m coming home, coming home I’m coming home.

What if today was your last day?

Think I’ll roll one anyway. It helps the pain it soothes the soul

I’ll relax and maybe not be in this whole anyway.


About 1wanderingtruthseeker

I'm a fiftish woman that has opinions and passions about nearly everything under the sun. I love a good debate, not name calling. I believe in the Constitution , the Bill of Rights and God. I believe the government which governs the least is the best government of all. I believe in the rights of the people. I dispatched fire trucks, the Po-Po and ambulances for a long time so I have a wicked sense of dark humor and speak fluent sarcasm. I think out loud a lot times. I am offensive. But I'm offensive of everybody. Socially unacceptable, plain spoken and unashamed. If you don't want to be offend, please don't read and if you do, please consider that I'm not politically correct in any sense of the word.
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