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Dear God,
Do You grow any flowers in heaven?
Maybe sweet roses that might be red?
Could I ask you please to pick some
and lay them on my Mommy’s bed?
Do You have a piano in heaven?
If they want to, can the angels play?
Mommy played such pretty songs
on our piano here every day.
I hope there are no mops or brooms,
and Mommy angel can get some rest.
At our house Mommy worked so hard
to make everything look its best.
Dear God,
In heaven, do You have angel children?
Mommy had so many hugs to share
and I’m sad she might get lonely
with no children, like me, to hug there.
How about soft little white kittens?
Do You have some of those up there too?
I gave Mommy one here for her birthday
but she couldn’t bring him to see You.
Only one more thing I need to ask you.
It’s for sad Daddys and sad kids like me.
Are you ever going to get cell phones?
If you do, can Mommy angel call, please?
C.J. Heck
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