Kids at a Funeral CemeteryWill Grofic
Here lies the kids they are at funerals asking where their grandma is and why you all talk like she isn’t coming. Here lies the kids who've been told to draw or sit still bribed with éclairs or cookie dough ice cream afterwards. Here lies the kids told on the fly that they won't see her again, it is life and they know this. Here lies a kid that figures it out on the drive home. This is life they know this. Here lies the kid.
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