Letter from Heaven

Every time you pray,
when you cry or smile.
When you cross the street
helping a distressed child.

When watch the sun
every single morn.
When you prick your hand
on a rose’s thorn.

Think of me my love
because I’m above
doing the same in heaven.

All your thoughts of me,
dreams of good old days.
Walking hand in hand
nothing in our way.

Every time you stop
to pick up an empty shell.
Nature’s wonderland
everything is well.

Think of me my love
because I’m above
doing the same in heaven.

– Henry Pajak

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