Debember to May

To Arizonia Nana flew

Winton mom’s younger brother lived

Like a bird Nana went

Nineteen seventy mom,Ellen and I

To Arizona for Easter we three

Dad stays home

Nana only bought three tickets

Queen be Nana was

I was twelve

I knew lay of land

Dad drank see

Mom’s family imaged themself perfect


Worst Easter my life


No snow bible toters

Dad,Mom different families

Dad loved mom only way he knew

Loves funny its is a taught skill

My sisters never learned

We had an Easter egg hunt

My kid sister fifty nine yesterday

We were youngest

Holy rollers them and Ellen and me

There mountain cabin

Simple house

All I remember is mom talking about dad drinking

Chocolate eggs melted before found

Their god was was not felt

At home Easters always the same

A langy girl me

Made to cry during meal

Mom and me and Ellen

Readied house

Every meal till adult family gathering

I escaped to the kitchen

No one every stopped dad belittling me

Rushing through moms great meal

Dad thought food was as alway he bossed

Pass the food

Boss, boss,boss

After all we were just female

Pass, make rude remakes

Nothing was plesant

If we went to Spencer,Iowa

Different house

Mom’s mom or her sisters same


Make.small sensatice daughter

Like a puppet

Crying wondering why Not one person but mom after felt hours woukd say ‘Lee!’

By then I was gone

In the kitchen christian bad talked my dad

Never liked holidays till dad ate

Dad pushed fast,fast

Dad never helped mom, cook or clean

Mom had us

Mostly me Ellen had a life

Ellen dated

I helped mom my best friend mostly

Children need and desire to be children

Once their is a younger sister or brother even at three

Words heard ‘grow up!’

Help your mother! Your not the baby.

I was three.

If I made bubbles in milk

If my cup spilled

Shouts, belityling started

Same thing

Eactly same done by the baby

Words heard isn’t that cute!

Let children be children!

Admire all their gifts individually

Strengthen them

Children should never hear you bad mouth their dad

Mom was not perfect

Moms family hated dad

Moms first husband beat and humiliated and kicked mom

I was twenty-six before it was slipped

The name of moms first husband

Having been called his last name by my grandma

I hope on this Easter families recall

If christian a poor man

A Jew


Who taught love thy neighbor

Pity his message was not

Family is your gift

Love,honor them

When wrong is done family

Stand up! Family is only thing worth fighting for!

Nothing is worth their honor

Respect, defend your elderly!

With your life blood!

I took up that sword at nine

See dad thought since he had me

I cared for yard

Helped mom

Later seen as that by my older sister

The air she breaths worthless

As I face yet another lonely

Familess day religious holiday

Those gathering ser me apart like stranger

The christian church built on love


Why do those of us sensative bar the scares

Like melted chocolate bunnies.

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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