As I lay in the hammock,

I hear the neighborhood children

laughing and playing.

I let my mind drift,

With the breeze from heaven.

I am dreaming that the voices I hear,

The laughter I hear,

Are you and your brothers.

My precious children,

Playing in our backyard.

Throwing the football,

Riding your bikes,

Playing tag and hide-n-seek.

For that moment my heart smiles.

The next moment I realize,

That this is all a dream.

But I know you are playing with your brothers,

Only not in our yard,

But on streets of gold,

In your Heavenly Father's yard.

Then my heart smiles again.