Sitting in my chair
an old man
I remember
yesterdays
like they haven’t
passed away.
Thinking of heaven.
To me
heaven is a little boy
sitting on the edge
of a pond
watching his bobber
on the line
tied to the end
of his fishing pole
slowly go under.
If I had known
heaven was so small
I would have never left.
© James W. McRight Jr. 2001