Dad, What’s It Like In Heaven?

If time exists in heaven,

Do you still rise with the sun?

Do you and Mom share breakfast

Before your day has begun?

Can the heavens hear your laughter

As you sit and reminisce

About the time we had together

And other people that you miss?

And Daddy, do you still take walks

Along heaven’s seas?

And when you gaze upon the surf,

Do you remember walks with me?

Are your standing with those brave young men

Upon its perfect shores?

Finally by their sides again,

Your comrades from the war.

Do you gather with your family

Beneath heaven’s glow?

And gaze upon those mountains still

That once you called your home.

Is music all around you,

All those songs you held so dear?

Do you and Mom still sing together,

The way you did when you were here?

Do you ever have long talks with God

About those left behind?

Do you tell him all the stories

Of all our grand and treasured times?

I think that heaven must be grateful

To have you there each day,

To bring your easy laughter

And your silly sense of play.

And I’m sure that God already knows

The special father you had been

And how I wish that you were here

To guide my way again.

But I carry you inside my heart.

You are never far from me.

I see you in my smile

And in who I grew to be.

And I’m sure that on this Father’s Day

God will help you celebrate

All those dads who changed the world with love.

What a party that will make!

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