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?

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