For some tomorrow never comes,
For some tomorrow’s just Sunday,
For Ellen Heike Mathis mother of three boys,
For Ellen tomorrow stopped 10/29/2020,
Born April eleventh nineteen sixty-one,
Tomorrow Ellen would have been sixty-one,
Murdered,
Unable to like me help mom,
Ellen tucked her prayers in a beer bottle,
Her surviving boys saw Nothing if our older half sister,
Like Amish horses with blinders on they were,
Like horses still in the barn they are,
Tossed aside family like empty bottles,
For Ellen tomorrow Never comes,
Never will see hold more grandbabies,
Never alive will she feel a cool breeze,
Swim at Cub Lake at Grandpa Heike’s Shangrala,
Marian D.Heike also dead at Diana’s hands,
Two over the counter Codine packs a week on our eighty-seven year old diabetic mom,
Took mom five years praying to escape the bitch,
Human Services of Iowa were complicite in mom’s demise,
They don’t investigate lies told them,
Or fires started my Narcississ,
https://narcissistfamilyfiles.com/2017/02/27/seven-sure-fire-ways-to-spot-a-narcissist/
https://toxicties.com/gaslighting-family-member/
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/280742346_The_Mean_Theory
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/281376265_When_Life_gives_you_lemons_make_Lemonade
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/305044295_Can’t_see_the_forest_for_the_trees
Can’t see the forest for the trees: Hello Decorah Iowa (Stones tossed an act of bulling) https://www.amazon.com/dp/152274293X/ref=cm_sw_r_awdo_161XBMMY8XMHNQ4S907P