When I was fifty-six

Standing on the threshold of forty-seven, My entire world was like Jenga, You know the game like giant pixie sticks pull out the wrong one and you are doomed, Mom and I were watching TV, I on the floor at moms feet with Patches, Patches was an orange cat, Patches arrived at my cat hostel

Harmed More

Chapter 1,https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/10/03/chapter-1-harmed-more/ Chapter 2,https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/healing-smellsch/ Chapter 3,https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/11/09/chapter-3christmas/ Chapter 4, https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/11/11/verizons-first/ Chapter 5,https://valwhitewolfmedia.wordpress.com/2022/12/25/chapter-5-jolly-holly/

Chapter 5, Jolly Holly

Coldest Christmas Eve in my history, Colder then after my half sister torched our laundry room December third twenty fourteen after removing all but one smoke alarm battery, Christmas early evening I spent in dad’s red Dodge pickup truck with my four kitties that survived Diana’s fire in our electric drier, Electric driers cause two

I pick up

I refer to any cat near , Today I spoke with an older woman, We were at Walmart in the pet isle, I got paper towels for my ankles, A bag of cat food and kitty litter and two vanilla Greek yogurts and natural crackers I like just happen to have the box handy ‘triscuits

I hear a distant bell

Gosh that was scary, Ringing bell is gone, Empath here, Feel feelings good or bad, I feel, All babies, All life, Old and young, Empath baby lover,poet sensitive, Its my gift from my grandma, And my dear mom,

Curtains

Sheets of rain, No fog, Smeared windows, Mine, Food bank Saturday, Forty degrees, Eight above freezing, Soon I’ll be home yeah! Saw two kitties no Iowa deer, Yeah?

Eight O nine

Still fifty-two degrees, Feels saunaish in my home, Two nights ago was cold, We were taught at the Heike’s if its summer and a yard sale has blankets or Afghans or quilts buy them, Nana’s sofa no one else wanted me included, It was flowered and very low, To give it height I suck magazine

Friday

Seems like it feels, Another seven days has past, Sometimes it feels like a year, Some weeks are longer, Memory makes them that way, Funny or sad, Empty or full, To awake with my youngest by my side, In my arms, Starts my day, Happy, Cheerful, Always better than sad,

Just an Empath

When I think I want a cup of tea and I know I have to go back to make the butter for my popcorn and turn on my electric stove I’ve lowered the heat, I sit in my chair for just a bit I’ve made the walk back and forth to my washer to check

Sure hope

Long ass, Long ass summer twenty-two, Long ass summer is through, God aweful heat, Global Warming started officially in March last, Marched through like the Atrutians, Before Romans, Big and brutal, It was so warm my birth month we had a tornado fly by, March in northern Iowa is. Normally so damn cold Iowan’s are