When I was three,
Mom made me a violet purple dress,
And a red velvet elephant cake,
When I was sixteen, I got the last fourt-five I wanted,
Ringo Star singing ‘Your sixteen!’
Every birthday when mom was alive controlling her own destiny and living in her own home,
Mom made our choice of food mine was always mom’s herb oven fried chicken and mash potatoes and apple pie,
Ellen always wanted scallop potatoes and ham,
Mom had gifts for us too,
Best gift was.time with.her and.her food,
My twenty_fifth,
Diana Lee Dumpster, my halfsister who I thought blood then sent me long stem roses,
Mackey Maynard and her friend,
They used to wear matching shirts that said ‘Thelma and Louise’,
They made.my birthdays and Christimas’s better from 2000-?,
It was several consecative years,
Then, one of my treasured ladies grew ill again,
We lost her,
Val Whitewolf 