Category Archives: Poetry
The Question
A little dabble in poetry…
The Question
I buried my dad today.
But I didn’t want to listen to the sermon.
If there’s a Heaven, there must be a
Oh, Hell.
I buried my dad today.
And I didn’t want wonder if he made it.
Can bad deeds really be forgiven?
Oh God.
I buried my dad today.
But I stopped listening to the words.
The words, the words.
The threatening peace of salvation.
I buried my dad today
Amid the rain and lightning.
And the what ifs…
I buried my dad today.
I didn’t want to cry,
But I did.






