I stood there beside the casket of a loved one that had gone.
I knew I should feel sorry, sad and forlorn.
But somehow I felt happy and almost content.
For I knew he had gone to his heavenly home.
And even now he was reunited with his loved ones gone on.
So why would I cry and be unhappy when I was sure he was glad.
Why should I think that death was so bad?
When now up in heaven he was happy and gay,
Not for a while but for aye.
No more will he be unhappy,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem