a flannel shirt and light wash jeans in the front yard
the antique metal in the center with the daisies over grown
sunshines through oaktrees on the right
pine on the left, with the big rock i liked to play on
i remember wagons on tractors under the apple trees
and the no longer present dirt piles replaced by what feels like the ocean
hard work and dedication left for admiration
bird houses empty with prayers of brighter days
i hope there is a heaven
i hope your face lights up when he walks through golden gates,
i hope you werent lonely these 3 years
and id love to see your smile when he leaps into your open arms
at least if one cant have him, the other can,
i hope there is a heaven
