She met God in the waiting room
He shared a funny story and she laughed
He looked like a thousand smiles and smelt like summer blooms
Her chair grew comfier as she waited her turn
The music started and the light bulb shone gloriously
Someone strew rose petals, as she heard her name called
So she gathered her loving ways
And left a note for the next person
To listen and to love
As God waited
Beside the empty chair.
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Author:
viv (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2022 17:57
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this after losing my mother, and two days before her funeral, in remembrance of her. \r\nIt was read out at the service. Loss definitely elicits creative expressive moments.
- Category: Love
- Views: 19
- Users favorite of this poem: jazzwa30
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Comments1
I love this poem thanks for sharing so powerful!!
Hi jazzwa30, thank you, it's my first time here, and in fact on any poetry site for that matter, so was very nervous posting!
Viv
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