maybe all things that were heavy on earth will be light there
walking in the tall grasses of Heaven, no sticker bushes
even uphill wont feel uphill
breathing in all the green
and dressed in our summer Sunday best
no humidity
just the part of summer kept
that was eating raspberry sherbet
on a wrap around porch
the children dressed in blue violet shadows
remembering the old games
tag in Heaven.
wouldnt that be something.
where could you hide in all that light
and why would you want to
when everyone you loved
was finally in the same place
and forever
mary angela douglas 13 september 2020
P.S. This poem was inspired by an actual dream I had early this Sunday Morning.
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