Walking in the parking lot
on Red Mountain,
at the 55-foot statue of Vulcan,
I was telling Granny how we
ride the elevator all the way
to the top of that Iron Man
and look out over the entire
of Birmingham, Alabama.
Stopping dead in her tracks,
squaring her thin shoulders
and resolutely jutting her chin,
vehemently she declined.
"if the Lord sees fit
to ever let me go to Heaven,
He'd better snatch me up in His
'cause I sure ain't going that
Copyright © 1994 Ruth Gillis
published in Parnassus Literary
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