What could you do differently?
like grass
it’s job
it’s destiny
let Kermit the frog
is green
except in drought
then its brown
it follows its course
it’s not a horse
it’s job is grass
when I fall outside I follow my ass
you all do what we are
grass waves
even in it shortness
it does what it must
it’s in its DNA
just like me
we could have done different
the only thing I do is be me
I am a gay daughter I am the gay daughter
of Lee and Marion
instead home daughter
daughter spent hours trying to cut herself so she bleed to death
because how could she survive
she was a square peg and a round hole
she care for her mom
and a 56
her older half sister
after divorced five times
after your mom lost dad
in 212
dad died of Alzheimer’s
Dad wasn’t mom’s choice of husband
she finds the wrong man in 1955
her mother told her Marry and Dad might be her last chance at marriage
mom is a dutifull daughter
her mother told her
and mother did it
married dad in 1956
Dad loved Mom
the youngest son of three
was never taught how to love
he tried his best
life isn’t easy
at 18 1946 dad was in Hiroshima
the Carnage
the death of in America’s wake
dad never talked about it
how can you tell
of the radiation
that kind of death was all new to the soldier on the ground
some horrible things you see in life you never talk about
dead hid in a bottle
dad didn’t understand why
Wisconsin boy
dad had seen death before
never the death of man to man
never the death of children clutch still breathless to mother’s breast
how do you tell
wrong done to you
you wear them like a scar
upon your heart
those young men at 46 had no choice
life and death was but to serve
his father at 22
a first sergeant
medical corps
not World War I I
World War I
not Hiroshima
Flanders Field
trench warfare
Paul John Andrew Heike
his detail
his job
removal
Buddy’s
dead and injured
Comrades
the difference between Father and son
with skin thin
both of boys
foreign lands
honor bound
called upon
my Uncle Sam
this is my cadence
this is my song
two generations hence
a gay daughter named Val
care for Mom
promise since 9
Mom would never worry about going to a home
you would care for her all her life
her oldest daughter
daughter of a wife beater
would gone to war
whose name also is Lee
they’re the similarities stopped!
dad never hit mom
Diana wasn’t dad’s daughter
Diana’s a narcissist
all her life since year and a half
she takes
she crushes
she lies
viewed Val as a tool
after all she was gay
no one knows
no one cares
gay children take care of Mom and Dad
it is a mantra they take on
it is our calling
we are lied about
people believe the liar
Father John said it best
squeaky Wheels get the oil
at 54
light upon placed on elder abuse
there is no foundation to the lies
there is no reality
Diana wanted my granddad’s property
Sawyer County
named Cub Lake
did 8 years old she finally met
the year 1956
mother had dad’s attention
she was beautiful
a generous empath
like her second daughter
like her mother Lottie
we’re drinking to hide
words for dear old dad
as his dad
a tool used by my baby sister
who hid from my older half sister
there was no where I could hide
don’t care to listen to my side
to hear this soldier story
not a blood and Glory
I wore my country’s uniform
the toughest thing
walk into a gas chamber
my grandmother lost three cousins
in Daucha
gassed to death
they’re only crime
the meek of God
we’re also tools
the excuse me well
my half sister why she did what she did
it’s no big thing
after all
Val’s gay
a selfish pirate
selfless
gave her life
to Mom
selfish selfless
lies are told
at 8:00 Diana lied about that dad’s dad
told her mother dad’s dad was a pedophile
said her new grandad touched her
lied
Diana like all narcissists craved center stage
in shawano Wisconsin
mom’s job with sweet granddad and Grandma
mom was bubbly like always
mom is being Mom
Diana hates being second class
so she told a lie placed in her head by mother’s mom
and Grandpa raised Diana
mom had to work
a single mom
lived in roomed with a friend in Des Moines
mom worked for DeKalb
it was Nana who suggest don’t let him touch you
Nana planted a seed
8-year-old liar’s head
my eldest nephew was but a year
my dog Casey a puppy
Casey ran over to see Robbie
Robbie’s offense he fell down
next weekend
Val a little girl
of 10
Friday morning
hard Casey and went to school
Diana had arrived
to lie she told
mom had to give away Val’s dog
first lie
Patches human’s had to go to Mexico to be,
mom had to give away Val’s dog
mom said Val has a dog
on que
on dancer
on Cupid
on Dasher
on vixen
Diana’s second lie
a real reason for coming
Val could not keep Casey
Casey a puppy
had to go
if you don’t give away Val’s puppy you will never see your grandchildren again!
in an instant
in a wink of an eye
mom was at 28-year-old again
marring dad
Marion had no choice
how could she a young grandma not see her grandbabies ever again
after all I was just Val
there’d other dogs
I was scarred so deeply
coming home if I find my best friend gone
we said that year I had grown a lot of time within a puppy’s eyes
I was like to know what was real what was it
I was the emotional daughter
the two children bullied with lies
dad was told it was his place to go to war
at 18 you found Carnage
brother at 18 buried a man who brutalized her
which served in the Navy
World War II
the mama’s boy
brought up sure that his poop did not stink
the people were to be used it’s been thrown away
like father like daughter
Diana light my dad dead
Diana told Iowa Human Services
Val couldn’t wait for Dad to die so she could beat mom too
and 212 she lied me on to elder abuse
I was a full-time college student I returned to college at 50
I drove Amish and tourists for gas money
attended mom’s garden and I cooked I studied all night long for a better life for mother and me
mom with gas lit for 2 1/2 years
who do you tell
being a writer I wrote
gave I’ll Human Services 16 pages of the torment my half-sister put us through and those two and a half years
no one cared about the truth
Diana counted on that
she torched our laundry room
she married me twice in 214 with smoke mom nearly died no one cared no one cared no one cared!
I was just me
just Val
empath
poet
lover of words
scholar
gay daughter of Marion and Lee
what war was I to be
I could never be green
I’m not grass
I could not be anybody but me
65 years later
3:40 a.m.
16 cats
still helping my friend Penny
even though she’s not talking to me
no matter
like Popeye
I am what I am
This is my work under my old pen name of Val Littlewolf
https://allpoetry.com/poem/16931600-She-stands-tall-by-Valheikewhitewolf?c=1179552386
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/280742346_The_Mean_Theory
Val Whitewolf 