From the Author:

I spent Christmas Week 2013 with my daughter in Florida. She had volunteered to type my handwritten poems, spanning fifty years.

We laughed. I had written a poem about her father. He had persistent and constant flatulence and smelly feet. Yes, we are divorced. No, I can't say if those were contributing factors.

We cried. I had written poems about my darling sister. She had beat breast cancer only to have it come back with a vengeance that killed her. And I had written about my brave son, who lost his battle with his demons and died young.

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My poems have been an important part of my life for over fifty years. The poems reflect my thoughts, yearnings, challenges, and triumphs. Like my faith, my poetry is a gift from God.