Mama sat with
Papa and Granny on the front porch
In the swing on the left hand side;
Aunt Louise sat with her.
They watched the cousins play
Hopscotch…throwing a large stone
to the proper square…drawn by a
fallen stick from the old oak tree.
“Papa, looks like the ground is dry now.”
“Yep, can plow the back forty tomorrow.”
“You stepped on the line…my turn now!”
“Did not…still my turn!”
“Did!”
“Did not!”
“Preacher is coming Luther, best put out your cigarette.”
“Aw, Maggie, Lord know I smoke. What difference does it make?”
Mama rocks gently in the swing.
Preacher sits a spell. Prays before he leaves.
We stopped playing…”respect”…they told us
For a Man of God.
We thought God would rather have played Hopscotch.
Probably so, one would think god has to have fun, too!
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I can “see” the action here. What an ending…! Yes, God has a sense of fun and humor. I’ve heard him chuckling a time or two. Thanks for this story, Linda.
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Thanks, Jeanne.
I am trying to get my blog roll straight. I thought I just had to put in your name but alas that does not work. Gotta do the http://www. thingy.
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I bet the man of God would much rather have played hopscotch, What a charming story.
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