Poetry by Audra A. Allensworth Parsons

My sister Neola Cramer died on this past Saturday. She was 57 years of age and she had Multiple Sclerosis for over 20 years. I have been in a wheelchair since I was hit by a car when I was 3 and a 1/2 and Neola took care of me all through out my adolescent years. Neola laid in a vegetative state of the past 16 years. She wasn't able to talk or do anything except lay there and suffer. When I would go to see her I would sit by her in my wheelchair and hold her little hand.

My adopted Nephew sadly killed a man one night along with 2 other men who helped him. He will more than likely be in prison for the rest of his life or he may get the death penalty because it was committed in the state of Texas. This horrific crime affected so many including all the members of his family and also including the victims family too. I wrote this so that maybe this could aid in the healing process for all.

After being confined to a wheelchair ever since I was 3 I found that through writings I could be what ever I wanted to be. From short stories, to RP I could walk, dance, hike and just do what every other normal person takes for granted. This poem written about 3 years ago after I came down with MRSA which almost caused me to die. I had to be home bound for 4 months & all I could do while I was recovering was to write. Eventually I got better & this is where it began~