The Stylish Part of Heaven
My mother is in the stylish part of heaven.
The angels wear designer sandals
And have their wings done in an exclusive salon
With a heaven-famous colorist
Who makes the feathers shimmer
With rainbow shine.
Only well-dressed saints can come there.
It’s not a matter of wealth or status.
Anyone with fine taste and love of beauty will manage.
My mother is in a part of heaven
With good singers and eloquent speakers.
They have a whole town just for Venerable Fulton Sheen,
The first televangelist.
My mother would be reading stories there
To the small girls who got there too soon,
And they would love them more than Christmas trees.