This is an excellent book and author. My review of her book wil appear shortly.
” . . . Two months later
you were hurried to the hospital
and died within the week.
“I stuffed your letters in a drawer
and found your fountain pen,
the ink inside still wet.”
excerpt from Letters From Home in Though My Father’s Eyes
I am often hesitant to review and recommend self-published books. Sometimes it seems that however talented and well-intentioned the poet, their collection needed another eye, an editor. We all need one frankly. Having said that, I am pleased with Sheila Jacob’s book as I knew I would be. Sheila did invite feedback from an editor and other poets before finalizing this volume, which I have now read twice and with great pleasure. Such is our humanity and the power of poetry that we can touch hearts across 3,500 miles and the wide Atantic.
Sheila, whose father died when she was thirteen, and I couldn’t be…
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