Poetry Collection

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.

It was the best vacation.

We made plans to work on the next fifty years' worth in 2063.