Using too much of the last hundred.
politely thought give other poets a chance.
Being polite, the last hundred my posts went off the back
So much for being nice
Every moment of my day I am not spinning
So being polite I am not winning
The Petticoat Dictator is recovering.
She has her cowbell.
Rings it every ten minutes oh well!
What is that smell?
I would clean my room.
Not a good emotional choice.
For under all that dust was the broom
been talking allot about Sis lately.
My useless Father, Mom had
been on my mind.
Old past memories I did find
Dogs that owned me. The littlest Angel.
In my closet I found a Memorex DVD player,
been in that closet nine years,
Tells you how often I clean my office.
thought the case held a Polaroid camera
A collectors piece saved for value
Been there since the day Sis died
The last time this old man cried.
In it was a DVD marked
Jeri's Memorial January 17 "2006"
I came home too emotional
To play it after the funeral
Mom working Dad a no show
I was more than her older brother
Basically I raised her as my own child
Thought the player would never work
It had been nine years and never used.
Plugged it in now not knowing what to expect
I remembered my nephew giving me the DVD.
I made this for you. I was depressed
put it away in my closet. Life went on you know.
It began with pictures of me and her as kids
Memorial to Jeri's Life. Born died-- January 17,2008.
The day she died important
Every January 17 I am in depression
Both my Sister and my Mother died on that day
Though of course years apart
Mom was 54 Jeri died at 66
At my age today both so young
Sis had so much to offer
A artist, champion Horse rider noted beauty
The reason I avoided listening to the tape.
Sis died on Mom's birthday and the very day
Years earlier Mom died on the same January 17th day.
Years apart but I knew an emotional day for Sis
It was a coincidence her third aneurysm and stroke.
The first I heard playing on the DVD her song
Elvis singing, "I did it my Way!". Meaning clear. Jeri loved Elvis.
Back in the day when there were some who would go to concerts and
throw tomatoes at Elvis, Jeri and her friends took fresh boxes of eggs.
Sicks Stadium she and friends were in the news.
A beautiful young girl looking nothing like a fighter
came home with bruises a black eye.
No one threw tomatos at Elvis
I was into records but thought Elvis a girl thing
I went out and bought my first Elvis record, "Heartbreak Hotel"
Started my collection now 10'000 albums
Nailed today on my wall, "All Shook up", "Let the heartaches begin"
Next on the screen:
Jeri was standing in front of a "B" Altered coupe racing car.
Those who might know
In the day few women drove these Monster machines
Two big trophies held high.
She was champion of the Powder Puff racers.
At the same time named race car Beauty Queen.
Ron her husband owned "11" Mustang collector cars
Three times his Mustang won car of the year nationally
They made their business selling Mustang parts
But Ron made her quit driving racing
She would not use her brakes.
This was a racing cars that stopped by ballooning,
Full speed the brakes would burn out.
Sliding sideway on back tires like the men
She was fearless used no braking in a close race.
Instead dirt flying she raced up the collision bank.
Sometimes bleeding but she won the race.
Smile-- the queen's picture with oil on her face.
Life She was always in it to win it.
Early pictures Jeri, Me, and Barney the first dog that owned me.
Pictures of my Father who I had long not remembered seeing.
There he was strong, big, a giant but lean.What was scary
After this picture was taken
Two weeks later the boy was in a coma.
Mom's nose fracture rode in ambulance with me
Today I still have the crushed vertibrea thrown against the wall
Pictures taken on our trip to Knox Berry farm
It would be the last time until a teenager I would see my Father
Hurting Mom the first time I took him on.
I lost the picture that showed why he won that day.
In the picture just like me standing next to him.
Only I was a foot smaller. I was eleven
The real meaning to this write for those who have read my poetry.
Pictures of our trip to Knox Berry Farm. And
in one picture I never knew about I was holding hands with the littlest Angel.
Shirley Temple only with blonde hair. She was smiling
I had no idea she had lukemia and was dying
Weeks before she died and went to heaven.
Mom came from the mailbox and told me
The little girl had told her Mom on her dying day
"Tell Punky I love him and wait in heaven to marry him."
I often think I see things before they happen.
All the poems I have been writing the last few weeks
came alive in pictures that I had never seen. letting me know that
Angels are watching over me, waiting. This time I might be ready.
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