Will There Be A Cottage There Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

will there be a cottage there
sweetpeas spilling over the palings,
small pink roses

the ruffling breeze
through the baby's hair
playing in the yard

and will there really be no wars
these were my imaginations of Heaven
the bluebirds always near

even when soaring.
honeysuckle glad, our tunes
on eternal summer afternoons

children on the swings, launching off
into beautiful things, unending;
and the small pools rainbow clad.

and we will drop our sadness there
as into crystal well
said Grandmother, turning the india ink pages

or will it be, only the wind

and all of us
feeling so emerald
in the shade of immortal trees.

mary angela douglas 11 april 2016