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Remember when we did as we pleased?
Now we’re wrinkled, gray, and diseased
With Rage that crushes any caring heart,
And drops us low to our knees—
There is no succor or understanding
For respite or for relief for any parents’ pleas.
Why do we think ourselves
Into such boxes of darkness
Into that snare of ever wrong turns?
To put down hard roots
Into a never loved land,
Grasping, with our heart that burns—
Another lost kite strung over a high tree,
Another lost thing we swore to safe keep—
Living a clueless life beyond what we hear or see;
As now I lay me down to sleep?

–Amberly Alexis Barnett’s body was found in an undisclosed location early Saturday morning hours after authorities began searching for the 11-year-old, who was last seen at her aunt’s house in Mt. Vernon, Ala.

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Amber

Trickle trumble quickly cast
On the wing the fairy flies so very fast
Hershipness flitters over clover field and lawn
Her wings cantering lift and soars past

Hither and thither Fairyland rises and sings
A new fairy has announced new wings

Sally Gossamer Wingstep greets the dawn
Her toils have subsided and turn blessed
A new fairy wee and oh so very loved
Graces our countenance and engilds the nest

Hither and thither Fairyland rises and sings
A new fairy has announced new wings

Marcus Featherstone attends to his Queen
Sally brushes the tress bother from over his left eye
Baby Amber Grace coos greetings to all in view
Cousin Katja beams hello and exhales a happy sigh

Hither and thither Fairyland rises and sings
A new fairy has announced new wings

Without A Doubt

My mind has closed
Though my eyes are wide open.
Nurse Practitioner says six months:
No more.
Time to get real—
Make copies for the lock to the door…

Mine eyes have seen the Glory,
But that’s not for me.
Got to complete a DNR
For sure.
God, it’s too real—
There IS NO CURE.

Can hardly catch my breath
But my heart is full.
Medicare or Medicaid?
It’s such a blur—
Lilly can handle it
Of that I’m sure.

Yes, God has quit:
Apostasy has its rewards.
My memory escapes,
But I pray for clarity.
I know I don’t make sense—
I embrace your kind charity.

“Weak, I have become”
“Strong with the Force I am,
But not that strong—“
No doubt.
But it doesn’t take a Jedi
To let it all hang out.

The wide yon abyss calls—
Ringed in heather, grace, and lavender;
All the papers are signed—
Please pardon my scrawl.
Laissez le Bontemps Roulez
Y’all!