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By Judith Kelvin Miller
Whose person was worthy to repose;
Feel the fabric’s intimate caress?
Was it queen or emperor or president
For whom the sofa would be undressed?
In the poet's own words: "I lived my formative years in the diverse universes of an economically poor, ethnically rich Coney Island, Brooklyn and a 1200-people town in Pennsylvania’s Amish Country, out-of-the-ordinary places that taught me anything was possible, and how unique are the paths we all travel. A molecular biologist as well as a writer, I live in a St. Louis, Missouri suburb with my husband, a physics professor. We have one child, a married son who retired from acting (in London) to become a litigation and public defense lawyer, professional improv comic, and dad, in Washington, D.C."