Lynda’s Journal of Blessings – # 787 – Darkness
…First, a back story that inspired my poem, Nightfall.
The poem is a remembrance of typical winter nights in western Pennsylvania.
My mother loaded all four of her children into the back seat of our Buick. We left in the darkness and drove to the mill-gate of the U. S. Steel Mill to wait for my father to be released through the gate when his shift was over at 11 PM …
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