#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge.
Hiding behind grandma's thighs
She saw what God had in me
and how the devil came along for the ride.
A constant warrior oh how she prayed for me.
Keeping guard at gate she would lay with me.
From birth she told me that Satan would come to smother.
But God sent mercy and grace that kept me covered.
When you were called home I cried and cried
Then I understood that you left so you could fight from the other side.
I honor your memory for you were truly a rock
I thank you for your love that made me of good stock.
I ask when I'm lost, how to handle that
You give simple advise
When pushed.. push back
So I will see you again
I know that to be true.
I hope to be God's warrior.... just like you.