My mother was working on a book illustrating her poems. I am posting here what she had gotten done before she passed.
I did not include her lay out pages, templates and notes.
My Mother and Grandmother were obsessed with finding “the one”, a perfect lover, companion, husband. It is my strong option there is no “one” perfect person and this is, among many other reason, why they both passed away divorced, with no one but the caretakers by their sides.
Everything was printed the same size. The differences here were unintentional and a consequence of my cropping. The poems in the illustrations are pictured separately for easier readability.
No one outside the family has seen this. It was my aunts desire it be published in some way. That has not been possible so I’ve shared it with you. If any speak to you and you wish to print it or share it, please credit it to Valery S.
My mother had two other poems that I found, unrelated to the book. The second poem, quite long, was written after her 6 year old son, my brother, was killed in an accident.