Jaime Ferreyros Poet Prose Poetry

Car Washed

Danny has a mobile
Car wash business,
Saves some money 
From paying a rent.
Born in Nicaragua
A believer, 
We 
Talked about God 
While his crew
Speedily washed 
My 2006 Scion xA.
Discussing humility,
Danny told a story about a Lady
He knew who died and came 
Back to life. 
She saw the light
At the end of the Tunnel. 
An Archangel
Greeted her and explained 
We are all Angels originally
Sent from Heaven to earth
 With a mission.  
Memories of our heavenly existence
Erased to perform without slack.
At the end,
Danny charged 
18 bucks for wash my car…
…That was his mission.

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Joseph Spence Sr November 2, 2008 at 5:02 PM This is an interesting poem. Wow, eighteen bucks, that's a little steep. I normally pay five bucks and I am complaining while turning over the cash, and asking for my military discount at the same time. I love the storyline. The message is excellent. Great job! ~Joseph

July 24, 2008 at 11:38 AM Inspirational poem with a touch of humor for good reading. It's important to carry God with us in our every day lives. This is a nice reminder of that. Blessings to you for sharing this creative poem with us. Thank you for your kind words regarding "blowing..." Keep on writing! Karen

Sharon Winter July 24, 2008 at 11:04 AM Dear Jaime, funny ending. Well, that is an interesting concept. Certainly must have made your car wash a most unusual experience. I wonder what my mission is? : ) Love, Shar

Michael Jordan July 23, 2008 at 7:03 PM Well I reckon we all have a little angel with-in us - I do hope when i make it past that bright lite you'll be there - blessings always

James Foulk July 23, 2008 at 12:27 PM once you die, and go to heaven no one comes back. who would want to come back to earth, when you have heaven. but this was a well wrote piece of poetry.