She wore a silk yellow chiffon Cancan flare dress With yellow ribbons in her hair From the look of her brittle fingernails And the way she held the hem of her mother’s skirt I knew that she was a nervous one; with her watery eyes Her mother kept up that old familiar fake smile The nervous one keep repeating “There a big fly under my dress;
I often wonder why the visitors Never attends our churches But would come calling on the neighbors in the afternoon
A stack of leaflets in one hand and a black sachet case in the other I always thought of them as a demanding group of worshipers My grandparents seem discontent With their teaching; so to ease the charade It came off like Bible bashing
My nana would offer them a glass of lemonade While my grandfather debate the lectures They call themselves Jehovah Witness "Hogwash said Grandpa"
A Jehovah's Witness must walk the walk, not just talk the talk.
This is one of my childhood memory with my grandparent.. on a Saturday Afternoon