Comments about L MILTON HANKINS
Before the dusk consumed the dark and gloomy day
My soul had readied terrors for the night which lay
Ahead, and promised tortuous hours of sleeplessness
No rest would come; no peace, no happiness.
The best of me was sleeping sound at heaven's gate
Where years, perhaps, she planned to rest and wait
Until a brighter morn I should leave this realm of fears
And wash her golden hair with then my sweetest tears.