I started this biography several times, giving the usual information. I am a mother, wife, sister, and friend. I am shamelessly self taught, and love all forms of art. However, I would like to share one of my favorite poems with you that will provide insight better than my words could ever convey. The poem is ‘The Crazy Woman’ by Gwendolyn Brooks. I doubt that Gwendolyn Brooks meant this poem to be specifically directed toward a woman starting new paths late in life. But the beauty of poetry, is that each heart translates a poet’s words into her own language.

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I’ll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

I’ll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I’ll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.

And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
‘That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May.’

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