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Mother Lillie Mae Dixon, my dear grandmother in law, (God rest her precious soul), she was a cute, and frail little granny with bifocals on her precious round face, that when she looked at you, she saw straight through you, and you knew through her expression alone, how you made her feel. She had this adorable short stepping little walk, and she was a busy bee. She was some kind of woman too, and you could see that in her strut, that she knew of her authority.
You could tell that she was a mama who had done her share of spankings in her day. I loved myself some her, and she loved herself some me. Well there was one time, when I was having some kind of day. As I helped hang clothes on the lines in her back yard, she knew I was sad and feeling low; and she looked at me through those magnified lenses of hers smiling... and she said, “Listen here. You learn this little song,” She then sang this song encourage me, in her own way reminding me of my delegated authority in Christ Jesus:
“Me and the devil, had a tussle, and I won... me and the devil had a tussle, and i wonnn, me and the devil, we don’t agree... I hate the devil, and he hates me, me and the devil... ohhh had a tussle, and I won!”
After writing this poem, I thought of her. There weren’t many people I met in my life, that really got me then, like this woman. She knew what I needed know then, my precious Mama Dixon.