Publisher's Synopsis
A collection of poems, a memoir of sorts:
She is an aged woman. Her nest has emptied only to be refilled, over and over with her children's children, tenants, and misfits. Folk who come and go. She looks at life and wonders where, or if, she fits in. Finally, she opens the door to his hollering just to shut him up before he wakes the whole neighborhood. He stumbles to his room and passes out in a heap across the bed, leaving Missus Henry alone with a cup of coffee for company. She stares out her kitchen window as the sun rises over dirty rooftops, peeking between the power lines. Sometimes she just buries her head in her hands and cries, and other times she chuckles over life's little tricks. And when all else fails, she prays. Then one day she picked up a pen and started to write.
