My great-grandmother passed away in 2012.
It was in the car, on the way to her funeral, that I wrote my first poem. I remember the day vividly.
We were listening to a sermon on the radio when the preacher said something about “the wonderful day of his life.” Mulling those words over in my head, I thought of a sentence that rhymed with it and then shortly thereafter, the entire poem started coming together in my head. I asked my mother for a piece of paper and she passed back a green and purple notepad, in the shape of a bunny rabbit. A few minutes later I held in my hands my first poem, “That Wonderful Day of My Life.”
I read it at my great-grandmother’s funeral, a day that I’ll never forget.
Many more poems followed that one. As an introvert, poetry was a way that I expressed myself and my feelings. If I didn’t understand something or if I was going through a certain trial, I often times turned to the purple floral notebook and wrote a poem. Over a hundred poems filled the pages of the notebook, and another one similar to it.
But I always find myself going back to that first poem. For several reasons, it holds a special place in my heart.
And I have a feeling that it always will!
So, without further ado:
The poem that started it all....
That Wonderful Day of My Life
Once when I was young, I heard a voice so clear.
It told me over an over again, my time was very near.
I was so close to heaven, I could hear His voice; such a pretty sound!
Those worthless straps of sin no longer kept me bound.
Once when life's final battle had been fought with all I had,
I then stood in judgment, but not to be judged by good or bad.
I stood in front of something, so big and clothed with light.
I saw that book of life, and as two angels took their flight,
The doors were then opened, I watched people passing through,
I heard Him call my name, and then I walked in too.
I walked down those streets of gold, with beauty quite so rare.
I heard those words, "My child," I turned around and saw Jesus standing there.
He put His arms around me and I hugged Him very tight,
Nothing had been so wonderful, than God taking my soul that night.