Grandpa’s Wisdom (or Folly)

Better an hour early than a minute late,
. . . . Grandpa oft repeated.

Which is fine, until . . .
You arrive at the party and
. . . . the host is in the shower
. . . . the chicken’s still running around the yard
. . . . you’re put to work chopping onions
. . . . the shindig’s tomorrow night


It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and Kim is calling for our 44-word poems to include the word early. I went a different direction than my usual. Head on over and see what other early birds are bringing to the Quadrille table.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


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