Credits don’t buy milk

Iowa is advertising still time, Not once saying sorry suckers, If your home was built buy the three pigs, If your home can be picked up and carried away, If your home is a mobile home, America thinks less of you then if you were a mass murder! The Energy companies for everyone else they

What’s funny for me,

Might not be your fortè, Like the old saying what’s good for the goose might not be good for the gander!’ Dad use to say ‘That might not float your boat?’ Silly things make me smile, Watching people react. Animals being sweet touch me deeply, Seeing wildlife alive, It angers me animals dead left to

‘Your’e not the boss of me!:

Today I nearly said to my kitten, Last night I became less important, Hanging with her new family, Sleeping on Sherry’s bed, Being with the big kids, Last night I took Chester against her will at three am, It had dropped to fiftish two degrees, Deposited my baby in the TV room, Threw her screams

When I return to retrieve the kitten

I hate falling to sleep without knowing the youngest is near, I was surprised and shocked littlest brought back to kitten bed, Sat,looked at by back fir a thrice, Kitten leaped to the floor, While I strolled the three steps to my chair, All night long, All night, Allllllll Nighttttt! That little orange ball’s butt

Two Corgies

Two Corgies, No queen, Not jolly old England, Independence,Iowa Wal-Mart, Two, young people strolling, Young man reached up and retrieve my stine ground mustard, Two Corgies, No Queen,

Funny little girl

The little redhead that I’ve been working hard to save her life, Easier by far to give her a bath and Mr Black, Tonight is a stood at the sink ready in her bath, Eyes encrusted with a cold, Every morning I work hard to clear out it ick and they’re still infected I can’t

Big strong cat

Afraid of small red kitten, I called Teddi to leave the room several times not even a hair rose, Little kitten walks over, Zoom it was hard telling what the black and white blurr was, Too funny,

Over my tea cup

Peering down, An orange rough ball of fur, Bugging me, Sniffing, Pawing, Courious, Stuck her lips in my tea, Seeking a taste, Silly little girl, I told her matter of ‘you are not old enough for good hot tea with a shot of milk!’ Nana started me at five! Fifty-nine years ago, My pure Norwegian

June creeps nearer

Fifty-two degrees northern Iowa, Five forty-nine p.m. Cold afternoon, Puts me in mind of June ninety-five, Black Hills Mount Rushmore Keystone S.D., Rained every afternoon, New employee building seasonals and fulltimers who lived on the mountain, Mount Rushmore is a year round concession, No fun all that month, Days off get sick wandering around or

My mom

Mom,Marian D.Heike, Born November forth nineteen twenty-seven Spencer Iowa at home, To Clarence Ward Bittenger of Webb,Iowa and Lottie Henrietta Starky four grade school teacher,middle child. Went to school in Spencer,Iowa, Married briefly to a bully,a wife beater,mothered a daughter,divorced Lee H after two year of being brutally beaten in California,Diana Lee was a year