Daily Prompt: National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at at end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse.
For your sake I hope it’s always 6 a.m. in Heaven
so you can walk the marina at dawn when the only sound is the
Of ropes against the masts
while waves tickle the tummies of sailboats
snoozing in their slips.
Maybe it’s always sunset
so you can sit on a porch and catch every glimmer
of the sun on the Lake
as a million fiery diamonds drown just for you.
Heaven should be warm because you loved sunshine
especially in the fall
with leaves crunching underfoot
while you whistled through acorn-caps
like you taught me to do.
I hope angels have a sense of humor
so someone can laugh with you.
What good is eternity if nobody laughs?