I Think of Heaven as...
Megan, Age 9, Vancouver, BC

I think of heaven as a cloud in the sky.

Way up above us so very high.

A beautiful place where sunset comes when you call.

A place where it doesn't hurt when you fall.

A place where Nana is playing her part,

But now she needs help from Papa's heart.

I love you Papa, but you have to go.

I care for you Papa and so,

I write this poem between you and me,

But when you get to heaven let Nana see.

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