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
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a reminder of age and youth. That Catfish caught out of my grandparents pond. Where I was wrapped up in being alone with my thoughts not realizing one day too soon it would be gone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
wow! this poem certainly evokes a lot of emotion from the reader. so lovely and melancholy. a gentle read. thanks for sharing this one.
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...
Meaningful and insightful. Full of melancholy but beautiful, soki
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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