The Motto Of This Baring Of One's Soul

I 'used' to invite those,
Who disliked me...
Into my home.
With the showing to them,
Unquestionable and utmost hospitality.

I learned this from my grandmother.

With a giving to them an atmosphere,
To tell me face to face...
Whatever it was they had to say,
They could share it then...
And I would give them my full attention.

My grandmother would hum gospel songs,
Whenever she wanted to calm herself.

But instead of doing that,
The atmosphere I set for them...
In my home,
My detractors believed they could attack.

These times are not for the humming,
Of hymnals in any key.

And needless to say,
When they left to go away...
It was more not less,
Backstabbing they enacted.

The Motto Of This Baring Of One's Soul?

Always be respectful to others.
In all ways!
No matter who believes this is a weakness
And when a peace kept within is attacked,
Without warranted provocation...
A display of momentary insanity is acceptable.

And I remember my grandmother once disciplined,
All of her younger children...
As she lined us up,
With a whipping and humming done of a spiritual.
THEN...
Bake a treat for us to eat!

~One day you 'kids' are going to understand.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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