I know I cannot take with me
my smart phone,
my stereo,
my books,
my guitar
or any of my other favourite objects.

But what if the soul remembers?

I don't want to forget at any rate
the smell of rain,
the fragrance of flowers,
the caressing of a light breeze,
the chirping of birds,
the laughter of children,
the taste of a good dinner,
the touch of smooth pebbles,
the smile of girls
and (oh yes!) the perfection
of the nice round buttocks of women,
the lack of which
would take away all the fun
of my ending up
in Heaven.