Hurry,
Hurry,
Scurry,
They are here,
Where’s the bowl!
Expect me to do it for you!
Stop it!
Their just outside!
Stop it, you’re spilling it!
Thus is a life or death moment!
Wait,
Wait their getting it!
Urgency! That is what is needed?
Where’s the bowl!
What do you mean you can not find it?
This life or death stuff!
I’m screaming,’Shut up!’
Shut up to the air!
It’s 527 am at the Heike’s house in Quasqueton,Iowa,
Boots Martin, the black and white sixteen year old is in control,
The urgency is he wants to eat,
He is just like my dad,
‘Nothing else matter Ole Doc Heike needed to eat!
We thought he was just being dad,
Dad had dementia,
We have no idea for how long!
Every morning same urgency!
It’s ok !
It’s so much easier without a horde,
The house thermostat says 60,
I put it to sixty- four,
Even my feet are frozen,
Friday, it was eighty,
Last night we had sbow!
Val Whitewolf 