For your sake
I hope it's always 6 a.m. in Heaven
so you can walk the marina at dawn
when the only sound is the
Of ropes against the masts
while waves tickle the sailboats.
Maybe it's always sunset
so you can sit on a porch and catch every glimmer
never miss a crimson sparkle on the Lake
a million fiery diamonds
just for you.
Heaven should be a warm place
I know how much you enjoy sunshine
especially in the fall
when crisp leaves crunch underfoot
and you can whistle through acorn-caps
like you taught me to do.
Most of all
I hope angels have a sense of humor
because I think you'd miss laughing.
I know I do
now that you're gone.