Thoughts On Something Unseen Poem by bobby beddoe

Mom and Dad shall in raptrured ecstacy
Soar out of their graves, leaving them empty;
Living once more again,
No more six-foot terrain.
Tho for the short term it rendered adequacy!

No one noticed the undisturbed sod,
Nothing had changed - not a single clod.
Rising unseen past faded flowers,
In nano-seconds, not hours,
They'll be taught to solo - all the way to God !

And at that very same exact instant,
I'll also be a raptured participant.
Contrary to popular belief;
my clothes, hitch ring, and all; to be brief,
Won't stay behind, nor trail me - a new tennant !