My Visits to the Funeral Home

~a poem~

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When I was ten years old, my Great Grandma passed away. She had always been close to our family. Even though she was 89, I wasn’t ready to let her go. After going to the funeral home for the viewing with my family, I decided to visit the funeral home in secret by myself to spend time with my deceased Great Grandma. I walked into the funeral home and copied exactly what my mom had said the day before. To

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Survivor. Poet. Writer. I like to take an eclectic mess of words and string them together on a page.My book-https://tinyurl.com/yc3csfv8, Misfit-believer.com.

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Charlotte Kingsbury- Fink

Charlotte Kingsbury- Fink

Survivor. Poet. Writer. I like to take an eclectic mess of words and string them together on a page.My book-https://tinyurl.com/yc3csfv8, Misfit-believer.com.