Home Already

I never thought I would die in a wreck Bam! Slam! Crash! It happened smashingly fast and when I looked down I yelled “What the heck?” Next I knew, I had shot up in a blast my God was not at the gates to greet me Jesus was not available either Heard a gorgeous, melodic melody saw an old lady, knitting, a weaver Can you send me back? I asked with whispers. Seriously, Miss, I would like to go home. She grinned at me, and I saw her whiskers. Home already she said, end of this poem. Decided to stay, now learning the harp. Mind is still eager, decidedly sharp.