The Apparition Poem by bobby beddoe

The apparition

Went on a trip to Heaven the other day
To visit, but not just yet to stay;
While there, I saw a baby ever so tittle
Basking on a cloud rainbow-hued in pastel;
An older look-alike was sitting beside her
I guess perhaps her mother!
Quicker than a lightning flash so grandiose,
Her fragile smile of solace drew me close.
Both hands clutched, a golden, transparent scroll,
And tiny hands, released its silk bow.
The lucid scroll lowered to its full length.
As she held it high with all her strength,
Twas the latest ‘planning' doctor's pre-term-List,
That they lupinely covet with cruel opprest.
Parenthood ultrasound image showed no boy
Natural dad wanted to raise and enjoy.
So mom gave-in to threatening divorce,
With repentance, to dad's show of force!
Then said, "So three days before I was born,
My New Daddy claimed me for His, one morn,
Next I knew, He ‘spoke' me back like new! "
She then added, "Was lots of parts not just few."
"For a new born, you resemble grown up folk? "
"Like I said, New Daddy ‘spoke'! "
Upon trying to discern reality from dream,
Sometimes things aren't what they seem.
Tho my prospective may be refuting,
Was a spectacular trip - there's no disputing!
Now, as for baby's mommy and daddy,
Her dad she'll never see; mom? - Maybe!

bobby beddoe