Sensitive,
Feeling,
She feels it seems like I did young,
The world is always against her,
At every turn,
If it’s wrong the world seems right,
I use to think all humanity was against me to,
It wasn’t it was circumstance,
We make our destiny!
There is no luck,
She thinks if it’s luck and wrong then it must be for her!
It was her birth mother to scared of the outside world to completely leave the life of her birth,
No one was with her when on holiday she fucked a married trucker,
She learned the hard way about consequences,
The young mom abandoning her baby at the orphanage wasn’t my friends fault,
It was a blessing,
Young who women who should never have animal or human babies should absolutely Never have them!’
Turning her child into an orphan,
Would have been a rough life,
But a young could wanted more then anything to be her mom and dad so very much,
She never had to hear nothing like ‘nothing good ever came from your father as her momlooked right at her two young daughters!’
I think we are like tumble weeds,
As we grow those we were to know wander into our gravitational world and if by chance we meet it is our blessing.
It started a change of events that brought you to the Walmart parking lot and allowed you to drift Into my world!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I will always smile and remember the forth of July,
Deviled eggs,
Sausage sandwiches,
The big truck with annoying woman on louch chair in back blocking fireworks view of the two disabiled women not watching fire works without getting crink in necks,
But we had great view of rank with all ages of kids aboard,
Or the first day we went to the food bank in Calmar,
Jack had just died,
Or riding through Ragride,
Second time for me,
To Halloween and you were surprised I chose to stay on your low couch,
Why would you think I would ever want to do something that could have killed you?
To the great migration,
Or going to the first movie in a theater in well at least fifteen years and neither of us knew how to operate the new fangled chairs we had to ask an old lady for help ,
Plus our tea bottles were unopenable,
I stayed in your house when it was ten below so your animals would not freeze,
You hurt me when you said you’d never ask me to feed Cricket again,
I’m not you Penny I’m an empath,
Pieces and gay I’m all emotion but I know you you see failure as against you,
I’m by no means perfect,
And gave no idea why the little girl complied and finally went into her bedroom.
I would have stayed a night so you would not get in trouble.
I was just about to lay a trail to her house when Cricket left by the box under the bed and went in her house.
The first spaghetti dinner,
What a rare gift I got with hello,
Now I got go get up and stop crying and go git a long way to go before I sit again.
Val Whitewolf 