Box of Happy
At age four life was no bore, for there was much to explore
playing on the floor, taking old junk clock’s apart to their core.
Granny and Grandaddy did their best to keep me occupied while
Momma worked at the sewing factory. They were heavenly Saints
whom precious care wouldn’t allow mischief to dare.
I would watch “Hee haw” and drink Granddaddy’s Tea, and he
would joke and tickle me till I laughed so hard I couldn’t See!
It was a Joy each night seeing Momma’s car lights shining bright. I
knew my love had come for me once again, and we would hug and
kiss like long lost kin.
One night when Momma returned to me late, I rushed to open the
door, I couldn’t wait.
She greeted me with her bright smile and a little box in her small
hands. Inside was a Shepherd puppy whipping his tail against the
sides. He was the happiest dog I ever saw.
What a lucky lad I was to have such a wonderful and precious Ma!
By Tony Owen Du’Pree (FLA REP CJCC)
In memory of Millie Presley, May 22, 1942-April 22, 2007
A Precious Saint, Dedicated mother and Active Christian-
Patriot and Nationalist, Die-Hard Loyalist, Racecar Driver, Legendary Dancer, Naturelover Especialy Pensacola Beach, Shrimp boat Capt on Pensacola Bay (Boat Name-Rambler Rose), Folk Singer and Artist, Natural Healer, Comedian, Good Samaritan, Eastern Star, Favorite Hymn-One Day At A Time; Whitty, Cute, Beautiful, Elegant, Charming, Imapireing, Highly Intelligent, Prescious Memory Maker.
In The Service Of The King Jesus Christ!
