Walking in the parking lot
on Red Mountain,
looking up
at the 55-foot statue of Vulcan,
I was telling Granny how we could
ride the elevator all the way
to the top of that Iron Man
and look out over the entire city
of Birmingham, Alabama.

Stopping dead in her tracks,
squaring her thin shoulders
and resolutely jutting her chin,
vehemently she declined.

"Furthermore," she said sternly,
"if the Lord sees fit
to ever let me go to Heaven,
He'd better snatch me up in His arms,
'cause I sure ain't going that high
by myself."

Copyright 1994 Ruth Gillis

Previously published in Parnassus Literary Journal 1994


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