Things I Shall Miss When I Am In Heaven

I think I shall miss how blue is the sky
and tears of laughter in a child’s eye,
my lover’s sweet tender kiss
and roses in bloom I’ll miss.
The acrid scent of coal burning on a winter’s day
and fields of daisies in the late of May.
Hearing the bluebird’s somber song
as for spring it does ever long.
The smell of crisp autumn leaves
as they fall listlessly from the trees
and crunch beneath my feet
and dance about the street.

I think I shall miss a violin’s strings
and all of Earth’s worldly things.
Smelling freshly baked bread,
attending weddings, and honoring the dead.
Climbing to the top of trees,
Creamscicles, poppies, and scraped up knees.
Holding my baby in my arms
and keeping him safe from harm.
Hearing the words “I love you”
and sailing the ocean blue.
Walking across the rocky land
and feeling my toes in the beach sand.

I think I shall miss a church choir
and the smell of a camp fire.
Hiking through a balmy wood
and every place I’ve ever stood.
I shall miss my best friend’s hug
and creamy root beer in a mug.
A rainbow after a rainy day
and the funny things my kids always say.
Tasting chocolate upon my lips
and licking bits of caramel from my fingertips.
Crunching buttery popcorn
and smelling a lawn freshly shorn.

I think I shall miss the Earth’s soil
and how it feels in my hands while I toil.
Laying out in the summer sun
and eating strawberries by the ton.
The way my heart leaps so high
when tears of joy fall from my eye,
as I watch the light come on
for a student I thought was long gone.
To hear a robin’s song on a new day in Spring
and the love each bright new day will bring.
But most of all these things here,
I will miss that image in the mirror.