MY FATHER WILL RIGHTFULLY SAY




I passed a teenager upon the street,
who nodded, and politely gave me a smile.

I was in too much of a hurry to return his gesture,
After all, I had to be back to the office, in just a short while.
My child came running up from play,
a handful of daisies, she brought.

I thanked her, thoughtlessly lay them aside,
and into the wastebasket, they were later tossed.
My grandmother gave me once a beautiful ring,
a memento of her well spent life.

I put it away, until a rainy day.
I pawned it, when cash was low, and my spirit, was downcast and contrite.
My Father gave me a Gift, one that was blessed, by far.
I gave it not, a second thought, I was reaching out for another star.
I came upon the Pearly Gates.
As they opened, I stepped inside.

I stood before the Judgment Throne;
I wanted to run and hide. :-(
"Where is the work I sent you to do?"
My Father asked, with disappointment upon His face.

I muttered not a feeble excuse.
I was ashamed, I could not explain.
I felt completely worthless, in this beautiful Place.
If I could but just turn back, and give that teenager a smile.
If I could replace those daisies, so carelessly cast aside,

and make my daughter a happier child.
If I could find that ring, that beautiful ring,

a treasure from my grandmother's heart,
I would hold it close and treasure its worth,
and NEVER from me, would it part.
I would take my Gift, the one My Father had given,
I would work endlessly, night and day.

When my life was over, and all those who were lost,
whom I had been responsible for, saved,
"Well done, My Child," My Father will rightfully say

This poem is dictated too Jerl a great writer and my sister in Christ.