Echoes: Poems of Life

Through changes in my life came particulars in writing. Amusing myself with presuming self-confidence, yet peeking into what may lie ahead in years passing quickly came “Grey hair” as “On the other side” preceded a space where I once strolled as a much younger lady and carried inside all this time. With the dizzying, up in the air, “Can you cook,” a vehicle boiling with me inside it to viewing a remembrance of years past in the Italian “village” surrounded by the big city where I grew up in “They were there.” I can vision it today and odors that leave with me as I walked through the door. As some of my poems seem a collage of a large, colored puzzle, they have met as a quilt half way through a journey not easily put together. Such poems from my heart, such as “Frozen steps,” “Pink days,” and many others, I have a heartfelt passion for always in my love, “for homie.”