As a resident caretaker,I put together words with grace,But there are days, it’s just a strain,I pray and take my best gamble. I put my pen to my paper,But I stare at the voided space,Only waiting on my own brain,Taking its time to unscramble.At times, I wish to escape her,But I’m left with a bunch...
October 15, 2024
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