The cemetery,

Why do we go there?

That’s not where you are.

But the ground says it’s so.

A piece of rock tells me that’s where you are.

But I know you’re not.

We left your small body there.

But I know you’re not there.

I know where you are.

You are in Heaven.

The ground tells me how long you were here.

But I say that you are forever in my heart.

The ground just doesn’t know

That you are in your Father’s arms,

Forever,

In Heaven.