Mom’s hand

While hours of Lonliness creep

Like acid’s turmoil

Felt pain


Missing my best friend

Our relationship fouled vie lies

Never ever thought a family member would take mothers no’s told ten times a day to mean anything but


Then the real bully in my family twisted the truth

Belied lie me and mom

Nearing ninety two on the fourth of November

Alive or dead

A poets heart bleeds

Deadly alone

No fault of my own

Mom prayed for dads death

Mom never anticipated her rights tossed aside

Gaslight, bullied lied to

Financially raped of her home,property and financies plus right to remain in Iowa with her family

She is always near me

Diana can not change that,Ever

My skin is my moms

Holding my hand up



Mom is always just a touch away.

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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