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Delving into the mind of this extraordinary woman, this book displays a myriad and variety of personal writings and letters, poems, science fiction short stories and observations on life, here in the USA and in Germany.
“Have you ever given any thought to how life seems to arrange itself like a battlefield? We struggle to get born and get that first life-giving breath, and it seems like every day from then on we continue to struggle for one reason or another on one battle front or another.
“If you have struggled to make your way into an elite, tightly-knit group, and struggled to establish some sort of acceptance, rank status, and respect from the members of that group, who would- -on an issue of morality, of basic right and wrong, of honor- -be willing to risk and jeopardize that which he or she has struggled so hard to obtain by speaking out on a clear and obvious wrong being committed?
"Examine the issues in this book and wonder if some of us will ever find the answer.”
Excerpt
Page 19 I Can't Remember
Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not among the dead,
Though I'm getting more forgetful
And quite mixed up in my head.
I got used to my arthritis,
To my dentures I'm resigned,
I can manage my bifocals
But, God, I miss my mind!
Sometimes I can't remember
When I’m standing at the stair,
Must I go up for something or
Was I coming down from there?
When the ice box door is open,
My poor mind fills with doubt,
Have I just put the food away, or
Have I come to take some out?
And sometimes if the room is dark
And my nightcap’s on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring,
Or just getting out of bed.
If it is my turn to write you,
There’s no need for getting sore;
I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore.
Just remember that I love you
And wish that you were near.
It’s nearly time to get this mailed,
And so good-bye my dear.
* * *
Here I stand beside the mailbox
With a face that’s very red.
Instead of mailing you my letter
I have opened it instead!
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