At the time of his death,
We treated each other like strangers.
I would go home to give them groceries,
But my aunt was the only
Person that I spoke to.
Every time I would beg
And plead with her to come with me.
Only time she came to stay
Was after his funeral.
She was very sick and fragile.
No amount of care and doctors could help.
It was clear that she was not attempting to fight back,
Before I had a chance to make amends.
Instead of feeling my grief,
I let anger get in the way.
As I poured soil into her grave,
It was time to heal and bury the past.
I have had a difficult life and survived.
I am also thankful hence I came across people,
Who had faith in mine.
Give me the strength to rise above odds.