One Stands, In Fact, In Awe Of

Once You Know Who You Are, You Don't Have To Worry Anymore.

Poets Can Tell The Truth As They See It. It’s The Author’s Story, The Author’s Voice.

I Grow Old Though Pleased With My Memories The Tasks I Can No Longer Complete Are Balanced By The Love Of The Tasks Gone Past I Offer No Apology Only This Plea: When I Am Frayed And Strained And Drizzle At The End Please Someone Cut A Square And Put Me In A Quilt That I Might Keep Some Child Warm And Some Old Person With No One Else To Talk To Will Hear My Whispers And Cuddle Near

The Catchword I Use With My Classes Is: The Authority Of The Writer Always Overcomes The Skepticism Of The Reader.

Some Say We Are Responsible For Those We Love. Others Know We Are Responsible For Those Who Love Us.