what is heaven like i wonder?
are streets made out of gold?
or do turn back into kids again and play and eat
what we please?
is there no pain, toil, or stress?
only love and tenderness,no sickness no hate?
gardens everywhere,unicorns walking about & angels
on the wing? beds made of clouds and big dinner
for all departed?
i love you Adabimpie and i am sorry for your loss.