title: Reflections: Short Stories in Poems
author: Mable Green
description: Mable Green has experienced and tackled some heartbreaking moments during her time of growing up on a country farm and moving to the state of Michigan. She has shared many stories with immediate family members and friends. Mable was born the thirteenth child to her mother and father in Bolivar, Tennessee, in the early '50s. She was one of the first set of African Americans doing the first two years of the integration of the schools. After the transformation from Bolivar Industrial High School and her graduation from Middleton High School, she moved to Michigan and began to work. She met and married her husband, and together they had three children. She later started working at a local hospital, senior care living, and also as a caregiver for one of her brothers. She had no desire to either write or compile anything, until a few years ago. With the loss of her sister and four brothers, it was then she decided to put together some history and family information. It was when she was working with the hospital and senior care that she began to focus on putting together poems. It was the quiet time where she could focus, enjoy nature, and appreciate life.
zlib_text: _Glowing in Gold_
  
  by Felicia Greene
  
  Jane Selkirk, a woman who had never been previously accused of cowardice, was
  frightened. So frightened, in fact, that she was standing outside the Duke
  townhouse with shaking hands and a racing heart. Dead leaves blew about her in
  a small, irritating whirlwind, the dust and noise of the London street a
  cacophony as she gingerly went up the steps to the front door.
  
  ‘Miss Selkirk.’ The Duke brothers had evidently started hiring the best sort
  of servant; the butler didn’t turn a hair, even if she had arrived most
  unexpectedly. ‘Would you like tea to be prepared while the lady of the house
  finishes consulting with the gardener?’
  
  ‘Oh, goodness no. Don’t bother with tea.’ She had never quite gained the knack
  of speaking to staff, and settled for an inelegant tone that failed to please
  both others and herself. ‘I’ll sit in the study.’
  
  ‘Of course.’ The butler paused, evidently searching for a way to tell her that
  such a thing was impossible. ‘I’m afrai