A few words from my mother, Mary S. Allen
Mary S. Allen with son John S. Allen, June 2, 1946 |
|
Gordon W. Allen photo |
Parental Reverie |
Dear son, when time has blanched my hair, Defunct in limb and gland, I'll huddle in my rocking-chair And rest my palsied hand; And
though my wizened lids won't bat,- Mary S. Allen |
What goes around, comes around. John Allen with son Jacob Allen, March 8, 1991 |
|
Elisse Ghitelman photo |
Not yet defunct! The poem and many others are available in the volume Women's Wear, $10 US postpaid within the USA, $15 US outside the USA, from Mary S. Allen, Chambrel at Pinecastle, 1801 SE 24th Road #137, Ocala, Florida 34471, USA.