One aunt,

My favorite aunt died,

No christian relative shared she was sick,

No one cared I cared,

When she had been gone six months,

Seeking to know where she was,

I found aunt Clarian had been gone six months,

What kind of calous beings decided not to share that?

What was in there acid hearts,

Blackened by a narcississ untruths,

Today I found dad’s only sister lives,

Did anyone bother to tell her Ellen died,

Ellen Gertrude youngest brothers youngest daughter,

Are all families full of hidden monsters?

I think so,

My friend Ceila,

Raped since two by her dear old dad,

Fifty-four her dreams are full of horror,

Ceila rarely sleeps,

Paul survivor of cancer,

Before cancer Paul survived his dad,

Dear old dad the town M.D. loved touching not only his son but all children brought to him,

Paul another victim,

Denise her dad beat his children unconcious,

Small,unconcious dear old dad the barbor,

Cedar,Rapids Iowa, friends and strangers knew children were being beaten,

Not one if the christian stepped up and said ‘No,Stop!’

Why the fuck not?

My dad,alcoholic beaten by his dad, beat me,

I’m resilient bruises heal faster then abusive words,

Never beat Ellen,

Should have beat my kid sister,

Should gave paid attention,

Should have known Ellen’s friend was class bully,

Diana treated Ellen like her pawn,

No one could Stop what the monster of my family did to our mom.

Ellen found comfort in a beer or two.

I remained in the closet for forty years.

Cared for mom and dad,

Trusted that others knew I had since nine was the kid that helped the folks.

If the meek are to inherit the earth after everyone else kills her off with toxins,

Well speaking for a meek poet,

No thanks,

I was lied twice onto Elder Abuse so Diana could force mom from our home,

Seventy times a week mom told Diana no she did not want to leave the family or her home,

I heard mom say no ten times a day then cry,

Our suffering at her hands was palpable,

We had no one to turn to but ourself,

Until September 2014,I drove Amish for gas money and for repairs,

I washed and cooked and clean when I could,

I jave been lame since August 11th,2008 at four o’clock when struck by a ninety-three year old retired attorney in my home town if Waukon,Iowa,

I had no help,

I tended garden,

Cared for my moms cat and mine and Val’s animal hostas,

Cats always knew where I was,

I went to class then straight home,

Helped mom,cooked supper,drive around neighborhood make sure Rusty mom’s cat was safely at home,

Clean up after dinner,During the week read 150 pages/ professor,do projects and papers,prepare for exams, write,

I had returned to college at fifty,’t_see_the_forest_for_the_trees

Some of my earlier poetry;

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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