Tumble weed

Life happens, No one gets out of it alive, Its painful, Full of deciet, Stop fooling yourself that sorrow and pain created who you are, There will be those that tell you put those feelings away, They will tell you its done, They will say move on, Screw them they will never know what it

Tippy tippy top girl

Ellen Beth Heike was that girl, Ellen where’s my kid sister, I was always a kid in the ground looking up, Proud my baby sister reach the top, Until you reach the time without me, Sisters are supposed to grow old together, How do you grow old together what is gone, Species life alone leaves

Beware

Peaceful soul is in danger, Joined Wild Women of the Blue Ridge in Virginian two thousand, Mattered only to me, Come two twelve I was was used for my size my half sister needed a fall guy, Diana’s goal was to force mom out of her home, Never been viscous or mean, Didn’t matter in

Severe Trauma

Witnessing it, Living it, In WWI it was a joke, Called shell shock, In other wars it was a shooting offence, People were called coward! My baby sister was a coward, Ellen paid with her life, Couldn’t stand up for me to our half sister, You’d never call a fireman a coward, Its identified now

Putting away

How do you put family as if in a bag, Out of site, Not call, Not text, Not email, Treat as if dead, All they have are lies told by a narcissist , I the one forgotten, I the one like Elf on the shelf, I miss them, I miss hugs, Miss family, Miss caring,

Never seek

When women say, Tell me about you, I go sty me still! Words matter as a poet, Words have power, Only people use them wrongly, Wrongly used allows unseemless lies, I trusted, I thought, Two different women were interested, Exactly in my goals for us, I learned the hard way, Age doesn’t teach, Time doesn’t

Families

When I rise they follow, At family gatherings Nana watched the table like a hawk, If a bowl went empty Nana rose, No one followed, Wish I know how she control us, I could stop being followed to the fridge for frozen water, Really hate Miss Emily jumping on my lap in the bathroom, Potting

Gas is,

Higher then ever in my life time, $479.9, Milk costs neat that, A dozen eggs $260, Where are the jobs those of us who want to work from home can do? I’m as good a shot and driver, In a cross walk with my ten speed, I shake because of a 93 year old retired

Comparing

Life’s scratches, I have a friend sure her bumps and scratches beat mine, Life is like a game, Their turn to chat, Then when its yours they say ‘well Val you can’t compare your pain to mine!’ Come on,how would she know she blows me off, Changes happen in time, Not right away, But our

Colder today then yesterday

The fire that is life, Well I have closed all windows but one, Feels like snow in northern Iowa, Forty-nine and wet, Fishing weather of my youth, Now if gas were affordable driving down roads less traveled, I didn’t close the back room because the window is a bitch to open, Last night when the