WW2 Poem # 9

WW2 Poem # 9 

maybe I’ve written this before but

my dad was doing 2 jobs during ww2  

with such a shortage of help he ran

a milk route from 3 am then returned  

to manage the details of a fifty person  

farm one day his ultra zealous herdsman  

came to him said “the lord has called me  

to this special work in kentucky so I must  

leave abruptly” my dad replied “would you  

please ask our heavenly father to phone at a  

more convenient time? Or suggest he dialed 

a wrong number?” but the herdsman packed  

up his dog cat spouse kids, pulled out pronto 

some authorities you just don’t quibble with  

2022 Jacqueline Jackson

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