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Award winning Black American author Evelyn Allen Johnson has always counted writing among her greatest passions.

Award winning Black American author Evelyn Allen Johnson has always counted writing among her greatest passions.

Memories of Mother
Estella Allen

Memories of Mother
Estella Allen

By: Evelyn A. Johnson.

Dear Mother, there’s much of you to remember,
Like your strength, your love and courage,
When widowed in the midst of a great depression,
You were left to raise three little daughters,
Two months, eighteen months and five years.

We remember that last promise,
You made your dying husband,
That his three girls would have college educations,
The Goal you set to together.

We remember that you were the first lady,
In our neighborhood, to dare and drive a car,
And how you kept us near, where ever you would go.
And everybody knew, if they invited you,
We came first inside,
Although sometimes, we were the wrecking crew.

We remember the way you loved the children,
Everybody’s children.
Our door was always open, they knew just where to come,
For food, for love or shelter, when forgotten, or
Left out in the cold.
And at our house, faithful Santa left toys, for all our friends.

We remember that you were always there,
When anyone needed help,
Like an emergency trip to the Doctor,
A lift to the old car line,
Or just plain refuge for a frightened, battered wife.
And everyone knew just what to do when anyone home

When anyone needed help,
Like an emergency trip to the Doctor,
A lift to the old car line,
Or just plain refuge for a frightened, battered wife.
And everyone knew just what to do when anyone home

When anyone needed help,
Like an emergency trip to the Doctor,
A lift to the old car line,
Or just plain refuge for a frightened, battered wife.
And everyone knew just what to do when anyone home

Memories of Mother
Estella Allen

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