#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
Hopefully I get to see her again.
Let's hope. You know me. Rules had to bend.
But in doing so I lost all my friends.
And Barbie, well I'm no longer her Ken.
Without you here I'll never know where the little piggies went.
To bring you back, I'd spend my last cent.
Even if it meant
me living in a tent.
Just to see you again and have you put food in my plate.
I know you passing is fate.
I need to here you say, Vj is a good boy.
Hand me some hard candy or a chips ahoy.
Aunty Sita
She wouldn't hit me but she would beat ya.
If she didn't like you, you knew it and not even greet ya.
Right in your face, she would hug the ones she liked and say glad to meet ya.
She had her own gangster swag way.
There isn't a time where I'd say I don't really miss you. signed VJ.
I know I'll meet you again soon someday.
Then you can tell me where the piggies went on a sunny day.

© venkatjamespersaud