At the tender age of ninety, my dearest wish has been to publish my remaining poems before I depart this world, and so I register my name on the list of published poets, thus avoiding my life's work from disappearing in the midst of time.
My grandmother on my father's side wrote poetry, so I guess I inherited from her this wonderful gift. 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 will enjoy the words of my heart, mind, and soul-happy reading!
