Yesterday, I received a letter from my sister Jane. It was an envelope with a “forever” stamp (you remember those) on it. There were a couple of poems enclosed. The first two lines of one I quote, “It’s dismal rainy cold and dreary, It’s been a long time since I felt so weary.”
This came from the pen of someone who always gives you a smile and says something pleasant. Jane is on lockdown in Columbia, MO. at a senior facility named Lenoir, a really nice upscale place.
I’m not worried about her for (more…)