Her Mother was a beautiful woman inside and out, I have her complete book of poetry, today would have been her birthday she would have been 101,years old.
Let not others make too much of my birthday, it is off no significance,, and let me not make too much of it either. Let not others make too much of my deathday, it will be of no significance. But Dear Lord, help me make a celebration of all the days between, to weave with shining threads this fragile fabric known as life.
With Love to You