To My Children

When the clock tops ticking When the pump stops heaving, When I go to my last sleep, When no wind comes from the heap, Don’t you feel sad, Don’t you feel mad, But rather be glad, For nothing is bad. From where I will be, Though you can’t see, I’ll be with you, Helping you through. So think of me always, As bathing in sunrays, Happy in my new ways, Smiling to you through a haze. I’ll be with you still, Not in flesh but in will, Speaking to you, it will seem, While you sleep and dream. So close your eyes and pray, You’re almost there already, I’ll be thinking of you, Patiently awaiting you.