Places called heaven

I remember you when mom died grandpa.
your unshaven face and
brown hard working hands.
you fixed everything with your hands.
You fixed me with your love.
you gave me mom's old room
you told me it was her safe place
and she would visit me there.
When she was settled in heaven.
I told you I did not believe in heaven.
You said it's alright I will one day.
heaven was a different place for everyone.
When I got hurt you always picked me up
in your huge arms grandpa.
it was always so safe.
I never told you grandpa
I lied when I said I don't believe in heaven.
You and grandma were my heaven.
I know you have gone now to your heaven.
Sat in a kitchen eating food from the old country.
Grandma at the stove
mom on your knee listening
to stories of Europe before the war.
My heaven was with you guys grandpa.
I think I will change my heaven
to yours
that's all I want just our heaven.
I only wish there was a post office
in our heaven and I could send
this letter to you all