I can't say that my time was wasted, I feel I've faced my fears with grace. My sweet husband visits once a week. News and a kiss are all I seek.

I've watched my grandkids grow.No gal I know could expect any more. I express myself with writing. After the words, there is the typing.

I've been in the nursing home seven long years. And it's no longer a fear, Alone with my thoughts. I try not to make my poems naughty, off-color or shoddy.

Don't waste your sympathy on me! I'm not mousy; my brain is running all the time—
With or without the famous peace of mind. Here I am. Alone with my thoughts. Again. Some are happy, Some are filled with
anxiety, But they all belong to me.