When Grandpa died we tried to explain
That he’d never be back with us again
We talked of God and paradise
How his life with us was too concise.
It was a battle with cancer...cancer won
We searched for a good explanation but there wasn’t one.
And so I wondered with his life coming to an end,
How much did my son perceive...how much did he comprehend?
Until a few months later when Grandma’s life expired.
(She couldn’t live without Grandpa; she was too old...too tired.)
My son awoke late, I think around eleven
And asked if Grandma’s room was net to Grandpa’s in heaven.
At last I knew he understood and his reasoning will suffice
For it’s lovely to think of Mom and Dad with adjoining rooms in paradise.
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