L Milton Hankins Poet Rispetto

Grandma's Prediction

Grandma sat in her rocker braiding her hair
Reciting Bible verses she had learned
I remember well the squeaking of the chair
Her words to me, I so resoundingly spurned.
She said, “You, son, you our minister will be,
Do not laugh, boy, for you will most surely see.”
True to her form the declaration came true 
In spite of how much I wanted it not to.

written September 10, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger September 12, 2021 at 12:54 PM Now that I have read this and the comments, I have to ask. Do you write SONGS? And do you post them? L Milton Hankins September 12, 2021 at 5:36 PM I've written one song in my life, which was a song to celebrate a 100th anniversary. I sold the rights to it to the Baptist Association of Virginia. Nope, not really my speciality. I'm an organist/pianist and choir director. Don't play that often these days.

Rico Leffanta September 11, 2021 at 11:03 AM It seems children today have no interest at all in making parents or grandparents proud of them or living up to expectations. Is that progress? L Milton Hankins September 11, 2021 at 11:57 AM Certainly in my way of thinking, I think not! Thanks for your thoughtful comment on my poem, Rico.

Tom Cunningham September 10, 2021 at 1:04 PM Grandma's certainly know best Milton, do you still hold services.? Tom L Milton Hankins September 10, 2021 at 1:51 PM Nope, Tom. I retired from the active ministry about twenty years ago. Spent the last ten years as a minister of music. Thanks for your inquiry.