When we meet again, you talk first

I have precious few photos of you, i wish most of them were in color

But i can’t be bitter anymore, those pictures prove I had a mother

I hope you are proud of me, and the life I have been building

I am not too sure I need pictures now, i feel You through my children

Your granddaughter has a heart of gold, and such a beautiful smile

I wish someone, anyone would say it’s yours, but it’s been a while

Your youngest grandson cares so much, he hugs a beautiful embrace

Was your embrace as warm as his? I think yes, judging by tears on face

Your oldest grandson is the smart one, he wants to step on Mars

Were you as fascinated as he is by space? the moon, and all the stars?

Did you like Coke or Pepsi? What was your favorite thing to eat?

Did you drink coffee? Did you like black or light and sweet?

I have asked you thousands questions by now, from mundane to profound

Silence is what I get, but I ask as wanting to feel your advice, not sound

Death seems so random, as if someone picked out of a hat a number

And that number sends you the other world, awake from Earths slumber

When its my time to go,God tells me not to be alarmed,

That you will be there, waiting for me, radiant with open arms