At the tender age of ninety, my dearest wish has been to publish my remaining poems before I depart this world, and so 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 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 may enjoy the words of my heart, mind and soul - Happy reading