Rain on tin,
Grips my memory,
Sensation of sleeping under the roof built by my grand dad,
Memory of a WWI hero,
Tainted by my half sister when she was eight because the attention was not on her,
Sleeping beside my babysister,
Never imagining I’d be sixty-four all alone,
All alone,
Only sounds of rain breaking the stillness,
Not even my heart beats could breech the sound barrier,
Pitter patter,
Magically I eight Ellen’s five,
Dad and Uncle Norm are playing badmitten with the bat that had flown in the porch window earlier that day,
Ellen and I screamed with each whack,
We never got yo slerp in the porch,
Older cousins took it.
I never got why,
Bug coils had to burn all night long,
Older kid sat and giggled on the porch drinking,
All gone now,
Innocent no more,
Pitter,patter,
Tears run from my eyes,
Ellen,mom and Karen left me in 2020,My beautiful Laurie Karen’s sister and Laurie’s husband Bobbie only son of millionaire,
Aunt Wava two years before Uncle Norm,
Norm died because it was where he wanted to be with the love of his life Wava,
Rebekah Tottie and Chuck’s eldest between Wava and Norm with cancer,
In my heart were upstairs playing zoo,
Ellen’s friend Connie Ulmer’s the black panther,
Ellen’s the monkey,
I’m the wolf,
Why did we half to grow just to die,
Pitter patter,
Surely theres more then heart ache ,
Lost,
Pain,
Death,
Lonliness,
Pitter patter,
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