No Argument for Heaven

Do You Really Want to Spend Eternity With Your Family?

A tongue-in-cheek poem about spending eternity with Mom and Pop:

No Argument for Heaven

You find your parents there.

They’ve changed, their sins

burned out of them.

Instead of brittle metal,

you meet with tempered steel.

Their eyes glint welcome.

They are civil now, discuss

opera, refrain from drinking

all but wine. Someone taught them

which fork to use for fish

and how to eat a pomegranate.

They call you Sweetie, Angel.

Your job is to honor them.

In this haunt, that’s the rule.

“Slippers, Daddy?” “Mother,

more lemon for your tea?”

Nothing to do but wait

for your children to arrive.