We May Meet In Heaven Poem by Joyce Hemsley

A 'happy' nature I possess,
Optimism's never been suppressed.
But since the loss of relatives so dear
My soul is filled with doubt and fear,
Life will never be as beautiful again.

To every passing stranger I confess,
I miss the friendship and the happiness
Their gentle voices I no longer hear,
No more fun and laughter, no more cheer.
Life will never be as beautiful again.

If I search this world from east to west
It would only prove they were the best.
But high in heaven, the air is sweet
And one day, in heaven, we may meet...
When the years will be beautiful again.