Does heaven have a phone number?
Mommy went to heaven,
but I need her here today.
My tummy hurts and I fell down;
I need her right away.
Operator, can you tell me
how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part?
I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too,
at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes,
but I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her,
she will hurry home to me.
Is heaven very far away?
Is it across the sea?
She's been gone a long, long time-
she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her.
I simply don't know how.
Help me find the number, please.
Is it listed under "heaven"?
I can't read these big, big words;
I am only seven.
I'm sorry, operator,
I didn't mean to make you cry.
Is your tummy hurting too--
or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church
maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help
that's where we should go.
I found the number to my church
tacked up on the wall.
Thank you, operator
I'll give them a call.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know such pain, it's jagged edges tearing into my soul. As a stake from the garden tears into the warm, dark earth.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep, against your solid back.
Nor hear your steady breathing. Or feel the beating of your heart.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future; once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be.
And the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the mountains and so gently awaiting forever - are now but small pieces of my past.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betraying nothing of you. I cry for both of us, my love, because you will not.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know that I've lost my place on this earth. My station. My heart's home. That I will wander, forever a nomad. Alone and afraid. And in my troubled dreams watch you leave, again and again.
For the balance of my days. I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your
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