Black History Month of 2018
In 1986, I wrote poems to all members of my family. The last one that I wrote was to Son Allen. As I wrote this poem, tears streamed down both cheeks and when I read this to Son, his reaction was similar. His first words were “Will you do me a favor?” I said “Sure, Son. What is that?”. With this characteristic smile he asked, “Will you read it to me again?”
Son worked for my father at the Limestone Theatre and later helped out at the family ranch. We worked together building fence, cutting brush, working cattle, hauling hay, and other ranch chores. Our bond was deepened when I bought a truck to haul hay.
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