Is doing your Best OK?

You try to dot all the i’s,

Correct your deficient,

I try to be a good person,

Last year this time thought the world was gonna be ok,

I was going to have better,

Happier days,

A lady asked me to be hers,

No one ever cared to ask me,

I was beyond happy,

That was the problem I guess,

My mornings and dusk saw me on cloud nine,

Felt happier then since two ten when Diana decided mom wasn’t allowed to finally be happy,

After three years of torment,

You know me looking in on others lives really see nothing,

Those of us on the situation find life hard to believe what others get away with.

All that is like a ghost attach to us,

All I can say,

If others think I accomplished nothing today,

My babies are warm and fed,

Kitty box cleaned,

A bit of gas put in the car,

My insurance company sent me a card for healthy food worth $50/month,

Had tea and three cookies,

Bought a bag of sliced ham for supper.

I always share what I have,

Miss sharing my day with lady friends,

Miss my Virginia Gay community,

Miss driveling for others,

I thank all who liked my idea for Rural Ride Share,

I never found money for it.

So well I’m gonna continue to read,

Most people are under the assumption everybody reads,

Many words curtail more in a story then just dangling in that spot as decor,

Couldn’t get my degree to teach,

Have a TBI.could not test out of Statistics,

My credits screwed on disability since two o eight when a ninety-three year old retired attorney chose to drive through the cross walk my ten speed and then this fifty year old who had just return to college to get two degrees one in history and one in psychology.

That’s life,

As a writer and yet after being a published writer since nineteen eighty five friends rather see me as disabled,

I’m a poet,

Sometimes way to wordy,

Luther College failed me out it was easier then acknowledging that a student had a disability in math simply because at fifty she survived a car ramming her ten speed bike causing her to penetrate his window on my elbow then like a rag doll this Iowan was plummethed into a concrete road,

At Northern Iowa Community College one of my classes was in exceptional learners.

A math disability effects six percent of the population that are not fifty,

Who are not scooped of their ten speed after a car tried to drive through the six foot tall Norwegian,Prussian,German, Welch,Jew’s knee cap simply biking home after her final in Cultural Diversity August eleventh at four pm two thousand and eight.

Maybe one day I’ll find that someone who wants to help me start my book store.

Who knows it could happen,

I will never share the possibilities of deep happiness again.

Oh and I got eggs today $108 at Wally World at Kwik Star same eggs are $1.29, nothing I enjoy more then a good deal or a book, or a a a few other things,

And will always recall with deep foundness fun times shared with Sherry.

Blessings to all poets,writers,Wisconsin and Minnesota and Virginia lovers and those blessed by firpeople.

Published by Val's Whitewolf Media

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast 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.

14 thoughts on “Is doing your Best OK?

      1. I saw the moon the other night and I thought of our harvest moon and you. And it was so bright that I could see everything like it was day time.

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  1. When people do rush jobs, they normally don’t do the job right. They goof up what could have been a greater job if they had taken time to think it out. Just think. If we had taken our time and thought it out, things might have been great.

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      1. Yes. Except trying to get Sammy out from under the bed. And the scary part for me is being trapped under a car dealership’s awning in the snowstorm. But it was so pretty. Oh and the time you were driving on a road with ditches on both sides and snow had covered the road with heavy fog. And you kept falling asleep and I kept agrivating you so you’d wake up. I didn’t know how to drive in the snow. It was scary.
        But being from south Georgia and hadn’t seen that much snow since the blizzard in 1999, that was beautiful as well.
        Sometimes I wished I could travel again. But with Covid it’s more expensive than last year. I crave being on the go. Especially with you.

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      2. That would be scary. Oh and I was worried we would have a wreak while I was driving going through St. Louis in the dark with rain. I thought I was going to have a heart attack and I fought having one that I felt coming on. I was trying to protect precious cargo. You and Sammy. Oh and remember Birmingham, Alabama? My family went there to see my other family every year if we were in the states and lived close by. It changed a lot. Scared me to death and I wet my pants. Talking about excitement. Good or bad it was that.
        And we got lost so many times trying to go around the big cities after that. But we learned. We had fun even when we got lost. Some places had no signs other places had no signal so we could use the GPS. Gosh Babe! That was fun!

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