A Fishing Story


Sitting in my chair

an old man       

I remember   


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



  • baj-a

    wow! this poem certainly evokes a lot of emotion from the reader. so lovely and melancholy. a gentle read. thanks for sharing this one.

  • BrokenWordsPoet

    Bonnie this is one of my older poems that I have done some editing to. I have found that some of my older works need a little tweaking. Thanks for your comment. BWP... James...

  • sokibgb

    Meaningful and insightful. Full of melancholy but beautiful, soki

    • BrokenWordsPoet

      Thank you very much, I was going through some of my older writes editing them to see how they would fly with readers.

      Thank you again. BWP... James...

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