At the tender age of ninety, my dearest wish has been to publish my remaining poems before I depart this world and to register my name on the list of published poets, thus avoiding my life's work disappearing in the mists of time.
My grandmother on my father's side wrote poetry, so I guess I inherited this wonderful gift from her. Unfortunately, she didn't publish her work; so when she died, her poems died with her. Sadly, I didn't get the chance or opportunity to read any of her work. What a loss! So, dear reader, I trust you may enjoy the words of my heart, mind, and soul. Happy reading!
