Alvina Mathilda (Klein) Miller

The Scarecrow

I was the scarecrow in the garden of my mother’s death,standing a long week of bed-side vigilin that tangled patch of wires and tubeswith vain hope of keeping the death bird away.Looking long at the soil where my seed had nine months lain,I wondered what part of me would die with the wombwhere I first …

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Sad News

A member of my high school class (St. Louis University High School, 1955) keeps us in touch through an email list. About two hundred of us graduated in 1955 and most of us are on the list. The emails received in the early years had “happy news” as their subject, announcements of weddings, the birth …

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