Ring a ding,ding

From eight thirty till?

One Ringa dingie,

Two Ringa dingie,

Three Ringa dingie,

Depressed friends calling,

Sometimes when she’s sad might call her poet friend eleven times,

I tell her I’m an empath,

She’s deep in her world

Sadness buries one,

Depressed one name,

Sleep most days,

She’s been tramatized,

Raped by her dear old dad,

She’s fifty-three still suffering,

I hear her,

Mustn’t talk,

My purposes only to hear her sadness,

She tells me I need to be stronger,

When I assert myself,

Florida woman tells me what my place in the call is,

Its not to participate,

It’s not to eat when hungry,

The other night I had a General Mills granola bar,

She said whats that raddling,

In an instance I was back in Saint John’s Lutheran church in Waukon,Iowa between mom and dad,

We were allowed to color and not have fun,

Of course that was in the days before gods purpose was to watch children eat,

One dinga lingie,

Two dinga lingie,

Three dinga lingie,

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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