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!”
“Preacher is coming Luther, best put out your cigarette.”
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.