for my mother
I know that I was born onto Earth
and that my life is in this place,
that I was born out of Heaven into
paradise, with a craving for stillness
and music that sways
like trees in a little wind.
What if I was born out of Heaven
into Heaven and somehow got lost,
drawn here because I heard you
crying and knew I would be loved?
For a moment here with you, I
will not be missed in the eternity
for which I’m bound.
When I arrive, I will find the house
well lit and a soft bed
and music in the sky.
But I will not be home.
J. Kyle Kimberlin