Our Numbered Days

Our numbered days.
«The best way to get to heaven is to take it with you.» — Henry Drummand
«Heaven isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.» — Sierra Demalda
«Heaven will be no heaven to me if I do not meet my wife there.»
— Andrew Jackson
«In many languages, the word for heaven is the same as the word for sky.
«- Wikipedia
«I will sing to you all the things I stopped myself from saying when we were
alive.» — The Author
«All the way to heaven is heaven.» — John Dun
«I hope the exit is beautiful and I hope never to return.» — Freda Caulo
«The lights dimmed, the singing stopped.» — Louise Airdrige
When my mother dies, I will lead her like a dog into the space between our
walls which is just like the space between here and always, the king and the
kingdom.
I will lead her by the hand if she be blind and I will wag my tail against her
knees if she be afraid.
And I will leave her at the gate.
Life on earth will in some ways be easier.
I will not have to return her phone calls.
I will not have to feel guilty when I want to hear no more, no more about the
divorce.
I won’t cry though I will want to cry, though I will hate myself for not crying.
When my mother dies if I am still alive, I will slouch on my knees as though in
prayer.
I will write one or two poems.
Then I will no longer think of her.