A Short Prayer To Ask God To Carry My Love To Heaven

When I close my eyes, I can picture you. The softness of your skin, the part of your hair, the way your eyelashes always curled so effortlessly, in a way I always admired. I can see the wrinkles on your hands, hear the tenderness of your voice. I can almost feel your fine hair between my fingertips, and your tired eyes looking up at me, telling me you love the way it feels to be touched with such love.

Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing up there, if you’re causing a ruckus with that spitfire attitude of yours...