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Rushes past




Fell asleep briefly,

Life passes,

Your a child failing at races,

Your dad’s disappointed,

All you recall is the punishment,

Grade school seems a brief instance,

Imagination saved some of us,

Even at eight last one picked stings,

Some teaches use you like an experiment in square dancing Val Heike tallest forth grader with Charlie Smock shortest,

I swung poor Charlie this way and that,

Junior High only outstanding memory was Kim Garrett on trampoline with new contacts flying off never finding both lens,

With that one moment I learned even perfect people weren’t,

The other thing was how to escape,

There were jobs that were my daily task at home,

In ever went to any of the pep assemblies,

I simply went home,

High school was golf and music and play production,

Better then being humiliated,

No one knew then that day dreaming was as I knew it the absolute best was to develop creative thought,

Trying to not be seen as the odd duck who always helped at home,

Diana Lee Heike my half sister destroyed me took fifty-six years of lies,

I never hurt anyone,

From mine through adulthood I was the homebody gay sister of Ellen Beth Heike aunt of Daniel Eric & Craig Ryan Mathis,

Dan’s my godson Diana corrupted,

In Junior high someone told me life will get worse,

Surviving all those I love is worse,

Not being able to protect mom from the monster narcissists in the family worse then any pain my body ever gave me,

One minute I’m standing bare feet in the kitchen at the cabin after Uncle Norm died and I watched him on his old denim jacket and engineer cap pass the kitchen window,

Then magically its two years before same kitchen,

Same bare feet same kitchen window I’m washing breakfast dishes Ellen’s laying out on dock,Betty Davis Eyes on the radio,

Aunt Wava and her girls aren’t with us its just mom and Ellen and Diana and her children and our dogs and Kotten my long haired cat,

The good times were always at grand dad’s cabin,

When I’m saddest I’m either standing looking through the screen at the lake,

Or on the lake fishing or picking orchids or cranberries,

The Lakes ‘Cub Lake’ in Sawyer County ,Its what Diana worked so hard for,so many lies to murder our mom and to steal my legacy,

One great joy I have is writing,

Ellen and dad rest in the lake I shall too


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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