They Must be Wondering

She was ninety-nine years old
And as healthy as could be.
So I asked her, as she stood there,
“Why the gloom and misery?”

She said all her life long friends
Had already passed away.
I said, “Surely you’re not lonely,
You have visitors every day.”

She said, “Oh, I’ve got new friends
And older friends as well;
But, by now, my friends in Heaven
All must think I’ve gone to Hell!”

The little old lady, in They Must Be Wondering, has her own idea of what Heaven is going to be like. She can just see all of her old friends sitting around up there, crocheting and talking. From past experience, she knew that the conversation usually centered around the one who wasn’t there. She just knew that they had all decided, since she hadn’t arrived in Heaven yet, that she had probably gone to Hell. Now they were probably speculating on the possible reasons, which was the part that she dreaded the most. I recently read this poem at a prime-timers luncheon and afterwards a sweet little old lady came up to me and said, that lately, she had been wondering the same thing. I included this poem in my book on church humor but thought Youthful Reflections would not be complete without it.


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