I am a mom,don't know what I am after that. I am trying to regroup and recoup what belongs to me, since now I have a empty nest. Perhaps what belongs to me is my poetry. Because I am happy when I am writing. To express what I feel inside of me is the previlleged blessing,just as fine artist express himself on the canvas,I like to paint on the paper with words. Never will be matter to me the 'grades', as long as I have this vast freedome to express to the world,who cares to listen.