A taste of heaven

I knocked on heavens door today I wanted to see my folks and in the distance I could hear my Dad he was sitting telling jokes.. not too far away from my lovely, dear Mam where she was sweetly singing lullabyes pushing her babies pram..

Well I just stood there watching and I listened for a while and I lost my sense of sorrowfulness coz heaven made me smile..Just as I heard someone from the otherside I turned around and ran away swallowing my pride.. You see although I miss my Mam and Dad Oh so very much.. I now realise that afterlife just carries on as such..

We all simply do what we did before demise.. tho our home is with the heavenly angels up above in the skies..Death is merely made up of dreams which we see in our sleep but these are real reveries that we all can keep.. So when you go to slumberland amidst those creative chimeras in your hazy head.. you have witnessed a taste of heaven when you are dead..