When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
When I was three my favorite attire simply a t-shirt and my cowboy boots,
When I was seven my granddad gave us both my sister and I set a six shooters on a leather holster and they were cap guns they’re Colt 45,
I still have one I don’t have any of that caps the bullets that went upon the Caps anymore and the gun doesn’t have the side it looked like a pearl-handed crystal but it was plastic,
I remember how I felt,
That gift from Grandpa Heike meant he saw me as a boy too,
I probably wasn’t what he thought so I thought it would just be a good thing to give us but how many grandpas give his two little granddaughters a set of six shooters,
I loved him from that moment,
Us girls were never allowed to be alone with him there’s a lie my narcissistic sister said when she was eight when she first but I got my granddad,
Grandpa was a hero,
Served as a first sergeant in the Medical Corps,
In World War I Flanders Field French warfare,
Paul John Andrew was all of twenty-two,
Grandpa’s job once you remove dead and injured Friends from The trenches and take them to the hospital,
The horror he saw he endured for lifetime,
Dad took his new family to Shawna Wisconsin to meet his folks after he read my mom 1956,
Diana then 8 years old so that mother was getting more attention than she was a little narcissist,
So she told mother that her new granddad touched her inappropriately,
That lie last lifetime,
I can’t afford a hat I would wear a Stetson if I could,
Well hood mostly do to a TBI my head is cold,
In my head I’m wearing those boots I can’t wear my ankles are bad on a nice big old steps around my head,
Val Whitewolf 