When deeply hurt
I step back
Travel through time and space
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.