Not unexpectedly my father died
And his spirit ascended to the heavens
Imagine his surprise as he collected his wings
And assembled with the angels
for his next assignment
You must, he was told,
Polish the rust from your heart
Until it shines so brightly
Your loved ones will mistake you
For the brightest star in the sky
With this their way will be lit
By a light that will guide them
Through the tricky bits
Until it is their time
To make this journey home