An Early Lesson

I was very young and so small in size, I sat by the mud, constructing some pies. My mama came out of the kitchen door. It was time for afternoon lunch at four. She called my name, for she needed me then To help carry lunch to our hungry men. I had dried my pies in the summer sun. I selected two that were nice and done. Something made me do it, I don’t know why, I called out to them, “We are bringing pie." Happy faces fell at the pie we brought. I knew I’d done something I hadn’t ought. Their baby sister changed a bit that day The first time she felt empathy that way. For Thvia"s "The Devil Made me Do It." contest This is a true story I couldn't get into fourteen lines what a deep impact that it had on my life. No one ever said anything to me to make me feel bad about what I had done and I am sure it was forgotten years ago by everyone but me. When I saw the down cast look on the faces of my young, beloved brothers, I felt so deeply rueful that I have not forgotten in oh these so many years. The Devil may have made me do it, but God was there to turn it into a lesson.