Light my way,
Separate from thought,
Empaths who are true,
Like onions we weep,
My peers touch me from their works,
If I feel nothing I stop reading them,
Like stores that give good service,
The company name touch me,
I smile or recall why and never return,
I love Neta Jackson,
Neta wrote the Yada Yada prayer group series,
Her stories and characters I love immensely,
I feel strangers too,
Like born a thousand years ago,
I want to hear you talk,
Or I’ll date a tree,
I love the letters my aunt Clarian use to write,
A class act my aunt,
I loved her letters tossed out after the Dudley fire of 2014,
Reading a Clarian letter was seeing my aunts life in my head.