I am in the coterie of poetry. The coterie's poems are published every year. When I was reading a newspaper before, I found a nice poem. I was moved that's why I called the writer. We talked about poems. He's in the same age with my mother. I then received his letter and poems unexpectedly. I like poems too so I send my poem. He was surprised with my poems and send them to a novelist. They recommend my poems that's why I joined the coterie.
He is getting old. He doesn't have a child. He went out from the nursing home last year. I’m worried about him because he is already very old. I received his New Year card Today. He is still alive so I cried for joy. I’ll go to his nursing home this month.