Best Deathheaven Poems
if heaven had a phone
id call you everyday
to hear your voice again
your soft mellow tone.
thats all i would do
sit in my room on the phone
opening up to you
letting you know my troubles
and listening to yours too
id tell you everyday
just how much we all miss you
id tell you all the things i love
the things i love to do
you could tell me lots of stories
and id listen with intent
id let you know all the harsh words ive said
and that they were never meant
but heaven doesnt have phone
i really think it should
to listen to you again id do anything i could
A little girl with an innocent heart
waiting by the door all day long
When is mummy going to come home?
Isn't it past my story and bed time?
Wouldn't I even brush my teeth
or get a good night kiss from her
How can I ever understand.
Why is daddy looking like that?
he only does that when my tummy hurts
and the doctors get to give me some pills
or every time Grandma's go to heaven
but I'm right here, beautifully dressed in white
and heaven is full of grandma's
How can I ever understand.
I heard the click of the door
as mummy drifted into the house
They hugged for so long
Mummy! My tiny heart called
Is it my birthday? I look like a princess
Why aren't you dressed like me.
How can I understand.
I reached but couldn't touch
Mummy has a red teary eyes
she only does that when she cuts onions
or when I sleep for such a long time
but there is no onions in the house
and I am right awake just beside her
How can I understand.
Couldn't they just see me
they act like I am not here
or is it a birthday surprise
but my birthday is in 3 months time
Why is Mummy clinging to a picture of me?
And Daddy patting her at the back
How can I understand.
I spoke but they were not listening
Maybe I am going to get a baby sister
and they wouldn't love me anymore
I ran upstairs to cry along with bonny
My room is gone! and even bonny isn't there
Where are my toys and my little cute bed
How can I ever understand.
I went out but Mummy wasn't there
and daddy's smell was gone
this doesn't look like our house
but like the heaven grand pa talked about
But I don't have white hairs and I can't be here
I didn't even tell mum and dad I was coming
How can I ever understand.
I wonder, are we better in heaven? Now I’m not completely sold on the fact there is an
afterlife, but if there is than, are we better than what we are here? Are we a
manifestation of the best of ourselves and if so is that really who we are? I don’t know,
I mean also from what I gather heaven isn’t the easiest institution to be accepted in.
and most of us aren’t even the best of ourselves all the time or even close to half of the
time.
I can only answer this question from my own perspective, I am one who is almost
never the best of himself, but wishes to be better. I fall, I cry, I get up. Even though
falling hurts, and crying is sad, there is not a greater joy than getting back up. To know
that you are stronger than the fall, able to swim through the tears, and rise once again.
If I were in heaven that would be the manifestation of me, Just a man standing on his
two feet again for the first time.
Oh a mother’s woes when her child first calls heaven home
Oh the mountain of tears that the heart exposed
No time on earth can the eyes dispose
No comfort can climb this mountain of her earthly woes
No comfort but time to close the distance between heaven and earth
And once and for all remove this earthly curse
When once again she sees the one to whom she gave birth