Poetry is one piece of my creative thought embedded by my mother at a young age by her love of arts including music.

Painting is poetry in pictures as music is poetry in notes.

Poetry is the heart of my mind.

Some of the legacies my mother left me: love, wisdom, wits and memories.

Age doesn't limit our potential in learning new things. There's still lots more to discover out there.

The butterfly went on to fly. I stood still to watch as it went by. My eyes followed with longing thought; That it would come back in my garden nook.