I moved into a nursing home after my sister, Martha had died. I was
living alone. I have FSH muscular dystrophy that isn't fatal. The
disability itself requires a live in a care giver, whom I could not
afford. The other residents enjoy reading my poems so I decided to
write more and make them into a book. I believe there is a "book"
in each of us. We all have life stories to tell, but residents of
nursing homes seem to be forgotten numbers in our society. We all
need love, company and laughter in our lives. This is a place to
live and be cared for. While I am glad to have a home, improvement
is needed in its image. If my poems can have help improve this
image, then I will have succeeded.
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