Feeling Heaven! Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

I hope that there's a heaven to go to when we die,
so full of joyous laughter we never need to cry,
but when we talk of heaven I sometimes hesitate,
because a small voice tells me it's somewhere I might hate..
I really don't think floating round all day with harp in hand,
and singing churchy songs as I go flying over land,
is quite the sort of thing I want for all eternity,
I want to do the things that here on earth make me happy!
I want to smell the sweetness of the flowers growing free,
intoxicated with their scent and fabulous beauty.
To hear the laughter of my kids when they all safely play,
and know when they come running home that I will hear them say
‘We love you mum, can we play out for just a little more? '
and ‘cause I love them, I respond‘A little longer? ..sure!
To know love and to give it -just as well as to receive
are all the things I love to do, so that's why I believe
that all these things were given me to use whilst here on earth,
the senses to experience earthly things for all they're worth.
If going to heaven means that all my senses magnify,
Then I'll be more than happy to kiss this life goodbye!