Dancing Queen

A dear friend of mine,

When dancers dance toes tap,

Studied in college,

Fell in love,

One guy,

Three children,

Lots of love,

Toes still tap,

She had started dancing again,

Paul the one fellow stilled her dancing heart was taken too soon,

Toes still tap,

Last year she still danced,

In a group,

Met every so long,

Fox trout,

I recall title of and the Lindy,

Dances her mom might have danced,

Iowan girl,

Whom I love,

Took place of a Narcissuss bitch my half sister diana Lee Heike Dudley,

diana stoled my good innocent name,

Pat stood up to the bitch,

Dragon fighter toes tapping,

Pat would never understand,

Picking times to stand up to bully’s,

When someone steals their friends honorable name,

That’s when you stand up!

Narcississ calling wolf!

Diana lied me twice on to Elder Abuse,

No one came forward and told the truth of who I am,

Mother’s last year’s lived in hell in Granbury,Texas,

Pat always said if mom wanted to leave she would,

Some people never get what it is to be bullied,

Defend, made defenseless,intimidated,


Feeling worthless,

Narc’s know how powerful degrading others is!

I would have live having a memory someone standing up against her lies,

But that memory is lost to me,

My baby sister hid from Diana in a beer bottle,

June of last year a cop knocked on my door,

To tell me what family were kept from,

Cowards all ,

Mom finally was free,

June third twenty twenty,

October twenty-ninth twenty twenty,

After a visit from mrs.satan[Diana Lee],

She diana had Ellen my blood sister remove mom’s treasures from the Waukon,State bank,

What ever diana did when there,

Too much pain,

Ellen died,

diana found her body,

diana always stayed and darkened Ellen’s life,

My heart will always be broke,

No dance for me,

diana didn’t return for our good bye,

I always thought Ellen matter to diana,

Guess not!

It’s hard to see past,

I would have stood for friends,

I would have laid down my life for mom,

I couldn’t protect my mom from the overdose of pain packs two a week on our over eighty six year old mom.

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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