Heaven's Visiting Hours Poem by CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

HEAVEN'S VISITING HOURS
If Heaven had visiting hours,
I would visit my grandpa for hours,
And suck the sap and juices from the fruits of his wisdom,
This unending wisdom, so contagious a syndrome,
To nourish me in readiness for my kingdom,
Juices that could detoxify my intoxicated system,
And rid this cruel and nasty death from my circulatory system,
I would borrow his cool and soothing balm,
To apply on my inflicted body and make it calm,
With my afflicted dry wounds turned into scars,
I would shine and reach the shining stars,
Relaxing and watching my beautiful dreams,
Fantastic dreams turned into realistic reality from the fantasy of dreams,
I wish heaven had visiting hours.

If heaven had just a few visiting hours,
A good meeting with my Dad would be ours,
I would ask all the questions there to be asked,
Making inquiries for all I had been tasked,
I would cut a bit of his resilience cake,
So that when I bake my life's cake,
The taste that would make mine not a fake cake,
With patience I would have to listen,
To walk in his footsteps and not hasten,
The listening vehicle's seat belt I would fasten,
My head with wisdom he would christen,
I would scoop a little of his sheer toughness,
And top it up with his utter kindness,
A concoction of shrewd firmness and fairness
A downright combination of success,