They Used to Rock Us on the Way to Church

Elderly exemplary woman, eighty years plus, medical conditions.
Despite having little, better, nobler than most having much.
Daughter shot to death by ex boyfriend, four year old daughter
saw mommy in pool of blood on kitchen floor.
Elderly self-sacrificing grandmother worked two jobs for years to
Raise that child right, Honor Roll student, Bennett College graduate.
One Christmas, asked grandmother if she wanted a free Christmas turkey,
My agency had many that year. She said no, let someone have it
Who needs it more. Knew her for many years, had highest respect for her.
Despite how noble, how magnificent she was, when a child
walking through a field to go to church with preacher father and four sisters, racist teenagers and hateful grown men often threw rocks, rocked them, on the way, should have been arrested.
But things were different back then, justice for some never served.
How horrible, how sorrowful, must have been those hateful, dangerous days.
A religious woman of high character, she forgave them,
never holding a grudge. In my opinion, always saintly, and I’ll
Never forget her.

Bob Boyd

BobBoyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)

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