This years tommy toes,

Dad called tomato’s

Ever think I can’t wait for someones passing?

Then when your alone things,

Words you find are still wedged in your heart,

My green tomatoes about 15 will be my next year seeds,

Ancestors of the old country saved seeds way before, ‘SeedSavers!’

Mom started it,

Dad took the phrase to heart,

Both moms goodness and dad reside deep with in me,

Last of their daughters,

Bet I got ten tomatoes I ate directly from plant,

As another season goes,

More worried I am,

Living poor without life is not life,

How far will I have to wander to find a descant job,

For this free thinking original artistic,author,poet,

No one knows,

I shan’t go alone,

All those I love are embedded,

Deep with in my heart of hearts,

Hermitting in my home,

To God damn lonely for this butch,

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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