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
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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