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
