Twelve twenty-seven

Reached forty-seven degrees, My grey and white Tom has come, Time to go sit on a road, This really sucks, Sucks more putting on my winter coat over my damaged arm, But oh well life moves forward.

So worried

How do I ketch this little kitten, Had no milk for days, So cold outside, Tonight I’m putting out cooked liver, And momma kitty in a cage, My theory she will call to her baby and baby will run into cage, Too old to lay on ground by my shed, Baby doesn’t know me, Baby’s

Want

In lot of pain, How long do those who want want, How long are you to be subservient? Being helpful to the many when your body would s screaming with pain! I have to do for me first, Others be damn!

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,

Few words

Angry female neighbor imagined wronged, Like toxic volcano spews, Viciously using conversation told to unworthy female imagined friend, In reality using neighbor, Never imagine you have a friend, Never share thoughts with assassins, For females users invent and spin, Rumplestilskin, Venom pour from narcississ, Hurt, kill, cripple, Bitch neighbor will not win, I learn at

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

Do you chat?

Often on FaceBook I’m asked that, Do you chat? I say no not a jibber jabber, But in the kitchen just now, A conversation was had, Before I took a nap, Took raw hamburger to the kittens, Making sure older kitties(they don’t see themselves as old enough to be cats,females you understand!) I got Capt.Crunch

Tomorrow

For some tomorrow never comes, For some tomorrow’s just Sunday, For Ellen Heike Mathis mother of three boys, For Ellen tomorrow stopped 10/29/2020, Born April eleventh nineteen sixty-one, Tomorrow Ellen would have been sixty-one, Murdered, Unable to like me help mom, Ellen tucked her prayers in a beer bottle, Her surviving boys saw Nothing if

Octave

Sing loud, Sing proud, Octave, Shreek, Not a song, Audible annoyingly loud, Scream, Claws up, Claws down my only good chair, Going to stop that, Want long life, So I will think schreek but Squirt! Swear = Squirt, Gonna try,

Glimpse of morrows to come

Since history repeats, We seek yesterday, Viewing maybe tomorrows, How far back do we go? When I was young Weekly Reader predicted in few hundred years glaciers would be gone, Prediction due to man’s steadfastness chasing all mighty buck deminished that time, Carelessness,pollution,ignorance, Blight, toxication, Mother earths tears, Eroding our true deity What traumatic event