Can it possibly be?

I died twice eight years and ten days ago, Mom’s(Marian D. Bittenger Heike,born November 3th,1927,to Clarence Ward Bittenger and Lottie Henrietta Starkey Bittenger,massive stroke from two Codine packs placed on our diabetic mom a week) been gone two and a half years ago, Ellen(Ellen Beth Heike Mathis,born April 11th,1961,we almost lost Ellen to Whopping cough

Laura

Saw many changes in her life, A hundred and three last birthday hit, An artist admired, An artist loved, Broke her hip, Then family decided her fate, No longer free, Raised a son and a daughter, Lost a husband an a husband, Her daughter in law one of her daughters and good friend, Loved to

Job alerts

Now they are coming from Oregan, How does Iowa resemble Oregon or northern Iowa, The job site’s wonder why I have not replied, I’m from Waukon,IA, Born in Storm Lake,Iowa, Live just now in Quasqueton,Iowa, Want to be nearer Waukon, My nephews are there, They need to remember who I am, That I’m not the

Make better body guard

Someone mess with the body I’m watching, There’s no chasing on a cane, I’d just let them get out on front of me, Like John Wayne with his long Rifle, A little spit on the site, Take my stance, And plug the bastard, No one would ever expect it, Cause after all I’m a girl,

One

T.P. That’s all Independence, Iowa Food bank gives out! Causes me to ponder, Iowa food stamp program instead of patting me on the back for trying to survive by selling my books and living on less then nine hundred a month after Covid-19 my food stamps went down to thirty dollars, Some months I make

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

Omaha,N.E.

How stupid are job site’s? I get sent job after job, Omaha is over four hours away, I’m not leaving Iowa until I go to Wisconsin. You know there are jobs, I’m unable to stand eight hours on concrete.. Hungry, A bit sad, Going home I excel at carrying for elderly and never met an

Jack Frost

Nana use to tell us girls, Each and every chilly eve, The legend of ole Jackie Frost, That wasn’t the story of hers I loved the best, It was the story of Peter and the Dyke, Peter lived in Holland, For you see Peter was Dutch, Peter was about seven years old, My pure Norwegian

Eggs

The answer is eggs, When I was a kid breakfast were eggs and toast, At Nana’s the toast was cut off, At Nana’s I got tea, At five my tea was more hot water,milk and tea bag took at hot water, Now its large bag of tea less milk, I miss Nana, Equally as much

A Nation

Laying in state, Her children stand around her, Honor is felt, Love of her people, Seen brows turn down, Honor corp all decked in finest colors, Upon her coffin sits her royal crown, She was more then the symbol, Today her grandchildren came to stand, Loved ones wear honor, Before they came I saw the