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

Do you a jibber Jabber?

Did you come out late in life? Did you date the wrong sex to please those near and dear to you? Was that toxic to you? People will never get born Gay it wasn’t a choice like what Cologne you wanted to wear to fit in! Have you always tried to please those you loved?

Another fifty mph wind

When wind is so strong your vehicle sounds like a thin bit of metal, But you still need antifreeze and to mail books to Alaska, My cousin John Rohr & wife own the bakery there, Probably not seen John since his sister Rebekah’s death in the eighty’s, When you say a number its like that

All I ever wanted

A log home with large basement, Larger below then up top, Supplied,armed,barn near, Not a garage, Fire place like mom and her mom before and I want, Large,with for way concealed, The entire home and optical illusion, Sound,metal under wood, A house generations human and animal remain safe, A vampire home for the writer of

Politicians, weathermen and narcississist family members,

One lies for votes, One lies and call it prediction’s, Snow predicted in Quasqueton never fell here that is! Narcississist family members soil other family members good names just to be the the Belle of the ball, Only the weather person with the science advancing has potential in the long run to be of assistance,

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

Dark six twenty-five

Sophie’s cuddly, Chester slept front of home, October twenty-forth three days, Two years ago since my baby sister died, I will always see Ellen’s rise as unfair, To me, Her children, Her grand daughter just five then, Little Mela so much life to live yet, Six months after mom Marian Deloris Bittenger Heike escaped the

Scars cut through

No one knows the venom narcississ inject, Lies that steal not only your good name, Lies allow you to see nothing but cowards! Its easier to follow a narcississ then stand up to them, That cowardice took my baby sister’s life, Being helpless and trapped took my mom’s life too, Are there no hero’s? I

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

Needing

Praying with anticipation purring with anticipation, Sadie has wandered into the room, CPSTD -emotional distress causes me to panic, Everything and everyone set it off, My narcississistic half sister damaged all in her wake, Diana the Titanic, Even Sadie trying to find a comphy place to lie, https://cptsdfoundation.org/2020/06/15/narcissistic-abuse-and-complex-post-traumatic-stress-disorder/ Panic mode sucks Diana will have murdered