Sticky Vicky and the detox center.

Talked with Nate, Vickie is suppose to go in to detox at noon today, god bless her, hope she makes it. She is pretty close to either dieing or an institution. I am sorry to say I do not think she will make it. Harsh I know but she is so bad. I wish it wasn't so. Nate is on the fence.
 Little sticky Vicky,if I could write a poem of your wonder and your wander no one would believe it. I have never known any one like you. No one more betrayed, hurt, lost or given away. No one with as big a heart.You have given your all so long ago and the fact that you still have more to give on a daily basis amazes me. Gimpy crocus . I have known your love, steady and true as a flame. I who would fight for the honor you never had, quicker by far than for my own. Nothing human is foreign to me. In so many ways because of you I have earned the right to say that. Painted bird out side my window which way will the wind blow you today.
I have known the gypsies sense they came in their wagons when I was a child and camped under the stars. But you are the only one I have truly known. In knowing you I have little respect for the modern gypsies of today. My own Great Grandfather was an Irish tinker. As tough as a little walnut knot. Horse's were his life, and campfires and stars. Never slept inside. Passing down his wild wood ways, his outlaw ism. But love was as strong or stronger than any of the rest of it. Loyal and kind. Mischievous and magical the wizened old man who lost his eye and raised his grandson full of smoke and magic. Mis leadee enikee tuddys me truls. I remember.My tiny little grandmother, kelly indeed, with her round brown eyes and her gifts of sight, stolen away by a drunken Norwegian Viking in the night.
Yes Vicky I will always have a soft spot for you to fall too, you are my sister, in reverent horror I will silently accept your fate. Knowing some are beyond the  pale. Blessing's on you child of fortune, shine as you will while there is still time.