He visited my home and remarked that maybe my work might become more popular when I die. But that is not conciliation. I write for the now, many of my poetry addresses things current. When I went back and look at some postings in the Huff Post, my own works made me cry. And the comments there never help dry my tears. Appreciative people told how they cried and they thanked me for the Tributes for Ted Kennedy. I am glad to be alive to witness this.

Posthumously Poetry I wrote with pain and tears Or the expressions of my uneasy years Shared that friends might know Troubled times before I go How I wanted to hear from you then Use feedback to navigate my problems when Men and nature stepped in the way Obstructed the path and cause me to stray Usurp guidance from the things I wrote Show others who had been taking note Life might have been different with my poetry Yet you only noticed my work posthumously