A Memorial Day Post
This poem is by Rev. Robert E. Hall, my father. I asked if I could post it for Memorial Day.
Life can come at us, willy nilly,
wound and defeat us,
Grandma E, widowed young by WW I.
She walked to Hilley’s Dress Shop
twelve blocks round trip
six days a week.
On her feet eight hours a day
selling and sewing.
she walked nine blocks to First Baptist Church to worship.
For their new sanctuary,
she did without hair appointments
to fulfill her pledge.
In WW 2, she rented out rooms to make ends meet.
It was not the life she had hoped for.
And yet she was…
Her life was God-led,