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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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