Ellen’s face

Same dark blue eyes as I,

Look out on life courageous

I use to think my baby sister was lion hearted

Fierless and true

When young she was always first up the Tallest trees

Ellen was too fast

Like Diana Charles wife

First speeding ticket at sixteen by Pigeon falls,Wisconsin

To sit on the screen in porch

Not with the older cousins

To sit with Ellen and mom

Lake on one side

Moms round card table and us on the other

Boomer on the floor

Food,

A little wine,

Rummy,

I was there for the irreplaceable memories

Watching Ellen smug when she’d beat mom and I was fine with us

Sometime before supper

Like a trapped cat

Ellen would say

‘Well I’m going for a ride!’

Off Brandy or Boomer and Ellen would go.

Well Ellen and her dogs

Are ridding

Or walking the woods at Cub Lake

No long bothered cold

Mosquitoes are insignificant

For me rooms now are colder.

The hole made by my half sister

Larger

The picture Ell in the paper

Causes me to enter rooms

Screaming Christ, why?

Why not the bully of our family?

Why not her body stuck in the deep freeze at a furneral home?

Why my baby sister?

Why?

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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