Poetry by David Allen: "The Day Mom Died"; "No Ending"
THE DAY MOM DIED The day Mom died My doorbell rang Twice, two times in The afternoon. But when I bounded from my chair There was no one there, Or anywhere near, As I scanned the scene For signs of a prank or the post. After the second signal I tested the bell for a short Or some other cause. But it worked just fine, No gust or glitch had Had set it abuzz. Hours later I got the word Mom departed this cold world. My wife suggested Mom stopped by our island, Which swarms with gh