I chose this poem for February as the 3rd is the 1st anniversary of the death of my daughter, Mary Schimming.

scan of heavenly train photo

photo by Rose Bingham

Heavenly Train

I look up into the sky.
I see a widening vapor trail, but
I envision a heavenly train filled
with those who have gone before us,
taking an afternoon ride across the universe,
looking down at us trying to get our attention.

Are they happy with what they see?
Are they saying, “Good choice” when
they see their spouse’s new partner?
Does the grandchild they never met,
look like them?

Are they telling us not to focus
on the color of our skin but on
the true colors of humanity?
Are they thinking—will the
politicians ever get it right?

Are they pleading with us to
protect the environment?
Are they wishing they could
spend an hour with us?

I see a vapor trail, but
I imagine a heavenly train
filled with the wisdom.


Rose Bingham, 2013

This poem received honorable mention at the 2014 Writer’s Conference in Madison, Wisconsin.