Walls Have Ears
Note by Mom (Mary Ann Wray) I found this poem (please see below) in Sam’s personal journal the DAY AFTER I arranged some of his belongings on a shelf against a large wall in the finished basement of our home. At the time we lived in Pickerington, Ohio. I had been going through a box of his belongings that Bob retrieved from the trunk of his wrecked car. He had just passed away in a car accident a few weeks before. From the looks of his handwriting he must have written it more recently than many of his other writings. I emptied everything I had on this shelf and replaced them with some of Sam's personal belongings from infancy through adulthood. There was “one empty hallow space” that remained unfilled on this shelf at the time he referenced it in the reading of his poem. I was in shock an awe as I read it. Bob and I then placed the framed American flag that draped his casket in this special spot-the middle of the top shelf! The other American Flag pictured on the bottom she...