Some stranger leaves me. Soon I'll be alone.
Which one will choose me when this one is gone?
I look for eyes I know. Each stranger's face
Appals me, knocks me back to memories:
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Question to the poet: Was this a memory of your childhood as the son of Hazel King-Farlow?
Your capture of the thoughts one might have while standing in a crowded room at a cocktail party was, to me, nostalgic and reminiscent.
If you, John King-Farlow, are the one to read this, I need to tell you I have in my possession a hand-written letter from your Mother, Hazel, to my deceased ex-husband. She wrote it on May 19,1948 after a visit to Minneapolis, MN. It is on pretty flower-bordered stationery and is in perfect condition. I found it among his possessions after he passed away.
Please let me know if this letter would be of interest to you.
Sincerely, Elizabeth S. Brown email: [email protected]
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Question to the poet: Was this a memory of your childhood as the son of Hazel King-Farlow? Your capture of the thoughts one might have while standing in a crowded room at a cocktail party was, to me, nostalgic and reminiscent. If you, John King-Farlow, are the one to read this, I need to tell you I have in my possession a hand-written letter from your Mother, Hazel, to my deceased ex-husband. She wrote it on May 19,1948 after a visit to Minneapolis, MN. It is on pretty flower-bordered stationery and is in perfect condition. I found it among his possessions after he passed away. Please let me know if this letter would be of interest to you. Sincerely, Elizabeth S. Brown email: [email protected]