You do not have to be a hundred years old, or have experienced a lifetime of sorrows, or have some kind or old song to write poetry. Poetry/prose comes from sources beyond senses, from hidden places within us that demand expression. The gift comes and goes through contained words. Road and Reminiscences does not come from fame or popularity, it comes from the heart of a child far beyond her years. How rich is the tapestry woven from the mind of this young innocent warrior. She has a gift only that begs passion. No finer words of Martin Luther King have ever been published. No observation of family, friends and life can be richer in their spoken words. So the blend of mother and daughter is combined to form a picture or Roads and Reminiscences and invite us to travel with them in our hearts.
