Hadn’t stopped raining,
Looks like Ruth’s Arizonia monsoon,
Missed chatting with her last nught,
Ate a melty hershey bar and as dad would say ‘That was all she write!’
Yes I’m aware someone ither then Doc Heike saud it first,
Maybe even better than dad, but well, I knew dad as well as any gay daughter is allowed to know their dad,
I thought I had him pegged as the younger son of a younger son of a Lutheran paster who in his father’s eyes the holy roller, thought father view his son as far to the left of worthy of his love,
Treated his son the way his dad mistreated him,
But if that pattern had held true I being the eldest of two daughters I would never at forty when I came out learned my dear old dad had told my uncle and his family I was retarded because I didn’t date men,
My half-sister’s daddy issues were she was exactly like her dear old dad the wife abuser,
Thunder abated,
Hear no pitter patter,
No birds singing either,
Val Whitewolf 