Sad Glorious Day Poem by Anastasia Wofford

I knew this day must come,
That I shall be faced with the deeds I’ve done.
Also on this big projector screen I’ll see,
All the things that have happened to me.
The words that I’ve said, the thoughts that I’ve thought,
Even the hidden emotions of my heart.
Everything will be known in my life as of yet,
Even the things I’ve tried so hard to forget.
The death, the deceit, the loneliness, and the greed,
All will be laid out for my eyes to see.
I shall bow my head with pain and cry,
For all the bad things that have happened in my life.
Then the glorious St. Peter will say unto me,
“Hold your head high my dear; the best is yet to be seen! ”
The birth of my son, the best day of my life,
It was all made better by that one sight.
All the wonderful things that he showed,
Was just enough to make me know.
“Enter my dear, go in and see,
Waiting there for you is the rest of your family! ”
When I entered through, a familiar face I saw,
And there he was my Paw Paw.
Yet another one came unto me,
It was the first time in years I had seen my Daddy!
My Aunt Virginia followed close behind,
Then Mr. Bill, Cancer had taken his life.
I awoke to find, it was all a dream,
Oh, I can’t wait for that sad glorious day, to become a reality.
I’m not looking to pass, but when it happens,
The whole world will be able to hear us laughing.