A strikingly beautiful brunette
She won the Elizabeth Taylor lookalike
contest at 19 in San Francisco
The only two pictures I have of her
are sitting on my desk in one she older still beautiful
A secretary on a land phone
Taken days before she announced the progression
She gave up her body for the search of a cure
As years later I took radiation treatments
I wondered of her sacrifice to make me Cancer free
She died of Cancer at age 54
She was often beaten by my Dad
in drunken rages because jealous of men admiring her
I fist fought with the six foot nine giant
At the age of eleven and lost
I held a shotgun age fifteen the gun misfired and he left
Sis, a strikingly beautiful talent Blondie
She was an artist painted kids riding horses
A painter of horses and lover of animals
I have her number two in my den downstairs
She died after three strokes at age 66
I sit in my office today talent less and miss both
Often wonder why the good die young
My Father went to share alcohol and drugs with the Devil
At the age of 69 he died Mom was probably waiting
To show him where to find the elevator going down
The good, the bad and the very ugly
Dreamweaver you well see your Mom
As you are reunited in Eternity
As for Dad there is a reason it is called dope