Once had a sister

Once thought her the best, Till I was nine, She made mom while I’m was at school upon threat of never seeing her grandson again give away my dog. Funny how much still at on the eve nearly of my sixty-fourth birthday that pain is still fresh, Acid still rises filling my heart and mouth

Thanks for all who

Thanks for all who liked my Ride Share idea, Found no money, Not a soul cared transportation limited outside cities. Still penniless, Still seeking, Always a poet, Dreaming working, Trying to survive, Still loathe Iowa, Still doing best I can.

Diana Lee Dudley,

Plan failed, Killed mom, Killed Ellen, Mom kept me in the will, My heirs Dan Eric Mathis,Waukon, Craig Ryan Mathis and, Mela Mathis my heirs and the Heike’s own Grampa Paul John Heike’s Cub Lake, Dad(Doc L.N.Heike and Ellen Beth Heike Mathis) are there, I’ll be there, Mom’s spirits there and where ever there are

Paul’s story

Sexually abused by his dad, Paul just said all little boys in his neighbor hood were used by dear ole dad, Paul just told me that’s why his family moved around, Paul was a lady raised in Canada, My friend she’s fifty-one, For this poem gonna caller ‘Sally,’ Nearly every bone in her body and

Mummble

You never know When someone is near, When years alone, Conversations you and your cats, Conversations are quiet, Answers are well thought out, I talk to me, Trying to figure ourt how to proceed, Just because your talking doesn’t mean its to somene, Sometimes my best thinking’s to me, I’m not being rude, If I

Movers all,

Two Hebrew, One Spanish, Together three wished to help us, Two older lesbians one of Jewish decendant, One Irish, Would take no money, I gave a C note for supper, Out of Alanta, Tomorrow we will get all out, We were so blessed, Cared we are two old, Females,

Patricia

Giddy as a school girl, Valentine from Laura recieved, Artsy home made card for eight year grand daughter, So cute, My sister Pat, Working toward seventy- six, Her mother – in law Laura will in August be one hundred and two or is it… Three, one hundred and three, Bingo- Bango abercadaber! Happy Valentines day

Little bit of parchment

Alone is alone Paper separating love is alone. Hand in hand two are whole, Distance between is like an abyss, Cold and lonely when only, One!

Ellen’s face

Same dark blue eyes as I, Look out on life courageous I use to think my baby sister was lion hearted Fierless and true When young she was always first up the Tallest trees Ellen was too fast Like Diana Charles wife First speeding ticket at sixteen by Pigeon falls,Wisconsin To sit on the screen

Ralph(1)

A little mouse My sister Ellen named Lived not in a house but in our uncle Norm’s old relic A golden old truck Hole in floor boards Ellen drove the truck every where It wasn’t pretty It was loud The seat was hard, lumpy and The outside color was gold Rumbling bumbling along Sisters for