This small book of poems was written by my mother, and dates back from the early to mid years of her life. Undoubtedly, scholars in the art of poetry may consider them as sweet, but not classical? more traditional in style. There is a long history attached to them that is reflected in their themes. During those days, it was generally understood that the woman of the household managed the affairs of the home; earning a little money where she could to help feed the family. In my parents' case, like so many in that time, it placed intolerable pressures on them. My mother gained a lot of relief in writing her poetry. When I read some of her fantasies, I sense how she longs to step into the environments she creates, and get away from the drudgery in life. With Father working long hours, she emulates her pets in her writing as real companions, and finally, as a respite from her loneliness, turns to religion for a little comfort.