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Nine Twenty-nine am

Finally reached thirty-two again,

November twenty-third,

Day before sounds from the past meant memories made,

Smells and aroma’s,

The table set,

Smell of turkey and ham in the oven,

Potatoes simmering white and candied,

Black olives,green and beet pickles in fancy dishes,

Champaign bottles to be opened,

Dad bossing because though he spent no time assisting with the making or the fixings he wanted to eat now knowing Ellen and her little family have yet to arrive,

The phones ringing those absent far away are calling to send love,

For me it will once again be a lonely empty day,

No phones will ring the Christians in the family choice to believe a half sister lied then see what was true,

Dad past September two twelve,


My murdered by Diana two codeine packs a week on our diabetic mom forced from her home by a narcissistic bully so Diana could manipulate and live off until mom escaped in death. Never allowed to be returned to Iowa to be interned with her parents in Spencer,Iowa’s cemetery.

Diana’s give husband’s had it better then poor Marian D. Heike they just divorced the not of white trash!

Ellen finally after Diana’s last horrid visit in October. Ellen did not survive this last visit.

October twenty-nine,twenty twenty, clearing out moms bank account Ellen’s spirit escaped. Ellen loved life as much as she too loathed the bully of the Heike family,

Diana found Ellen,and left like the snake in the grass she was.

Not one of the Heike cousins came to Ellen’s remembrance.

Her friends came and not one repeated Diana’s lies they all happy to see me,

Family memories all I have of love Celebrations always had mom at the center ,

Mom was the heart of all gatherings,

Mom planned the meal,

Love you always mom,

It took a monster to ruin the last years if mom being happy after dad died,


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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