BrokenWordsPoet

A Fishing Story

 

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