I moved into a nursing home after my sister, Martha had died. I was living alone. I have FSH muscular dystrophy that isn't fatal. The disability itself requires a live in a care giver, whom I could not afford. The other residents enjoy reading my poems so I decided to write more and make them into a book. I believe there is a "book" in each of us. We all have life stories to tell, but residents of nursing homes seem to be forgotten numbers in our society. We all need love, company and laughter in our lives. This is a place to live and be cared for. While I am glad to have a home, improvement is needed in its image. If my poems can have help improve this image, then I will have succeeded.