Standing on the dock

When deeply hurt

Beyond said

I step back

Travel through time and space

August 1978

In Sawyer County

I’m nineteen on leave after graduating US Army Boot Camp

First woman in my family

The lake was home

Eight miles from Lorreta,Wisconsin

Cub Lake is a lake with land on Chippewa Flowage through woods to

Bear Lake, theres land here belonging to Cub Lake

I was not suppose to be here

Ellen was driving just sixteen missed turn off to airport in La Crosse,Wisconsin, so I was blessed with two days in paradise.

When I’m dead my ashes will join

Dad’s and Cub’s wife Ann

Cub Lake and my animals memories and mom and my old ladies fill my heart

Nothing will stop me being with my mom in spirit the instant my death

Human’s stop my joy in December my will had not been sign

I see that I will not be restarted

So the piece of the lake will engulf enternally what others tossed away.

Turning around standing in the porch on the hill looking down to me

Mom and dad

Grandpa sitting in one of those metal chairs

Aunt Wava always painted orange or black

Our Penny dog and Patches, Nichdemis,Sherman,Lady and Tramp and my Casey and my cats, the fox cub and baby squirrel and rabbits I raised wait now memory away

Spirits confort me

Warm me on cold Iowan days

Reminding me how I loath Iowa.

December fifth I woke up on oxygen

Intensive care Iowa University Hospital my half sister had destroyed mom and my world.

Father Jo from Saint Pats Catholic Church, Waukon Iowa told me after meeting my half sister he met satan.

Val Whitewolf

Published by Val's Whitewolf Media

I'm Val's Whitewolf Media YouTube Channle and I write here on WordPress. I read books and instill others how importand writing stories readers down. in readers their stories matter.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.

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