Stick Together
I've never been good at goodbyes.
I've never known the right thing to say.
I lost my Grandpa due to suicide.
I feel everyone's pain.
The hurt in the air.
The memories that we remember.
It's going to be tough for awhile.
But we'll make it as long as we stick together.
I'm going to be here for my Grandma and Mom.
I'm going to help get them through this.
I'll do whatever it takes to help them.
Life will get confusing.
Dodging all of life's curve balls.
Finding the right path.
For now I'll just do something I've done for years.
Pray to God, and conquer my fears.
Copyright © Erica Buckner | Year Posted 2009
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