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.