(poems go here)
Wish Heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice again.
I thought of you today,
but that is absolutely nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and day before that too.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
All I have are memories and a picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake, from which I'll never part.
God has you in HIS arms, I have you in my heart.
Heaven has a staircase and its staircase is life,
Death envies me cold and stares me in the eyes,
I don't want to hold on anymore,
I just want to run up the staircase..
I know someday I will,
-To see your face-
but until then,
Ill keep wishing for heaven to have a phone.
I can dial heaven...
and God will answer,
but when I ask for you,
He says you're busy,
I just wish heaven had a phone,
connected directly to you.