Spring Summer 2010,
Hot, cold then do very wet,
The horse stables by Hayward Wisconsin stayed closed,
No one wanted to ride in rain,
No its not raining,
Not outside, inside,
Mom , dad, Ellen and I went to the lake,
We were up for the.week,
Neighbors were over,
We had supper,
We ate with them,
Life was good, now are our Illinois friends still amoung the living?
Mother, dad and Ellen are gone,
I need a travel companion,
Now my vehical is acting up,
I want to go north,
Stand in places,
Not just recal,
How can we survive hate within our own families?
How can others imagine the world without evil,
I want to hear the music in moms voice,
And Ellen smile,
UFO’s zip across Cub Lake,
Hear the bang of the old screen door,
The shout from dad inquiring why,
Doesn’t anyone care he was sleeping.
Grampa Heike took to staying at the Hotel in Winter Wisconsin,
No loud grandkids.
Where are all those voices,
Wheres all that joy?
Two thousand and ten, the year the family narcississ started her crusade to harm those I loved.