What will heaven be
For some, I think they see
Warm light, angels, loved ones
How wonderful this would be
I see my dad
He's sitting next to me
We're fishing in a boat
It's where we like to be
The fish aren't biting
But that's okay with me
We futz and putz
And enjoy our company
I miss you dad
It's only been thee days
I wonder until heaven
Who will fish with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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