I BELIEVE MY CHILD’S IN HEAVEN

I believe my child's in heaven, freed from Earthly cares.
Where every day is filled with joy, and magic's in the air.

I believe that he's with God now, telling his Earthly story.
I pray what pains he felt below are lost to heaven's glory.

I recall all his happy times, with the family who so loved him.
I wonder if he remembers, his passion for writing and for film?

I wonder what's important now, that angel wings embrace him?
I'm glad he's shed his Earthly load and now is safe in heaven.

I'm glad to know he's happy, in heaven, with our Lord.
But, selfishly, I long to hear once more- "I hate this show, I'm bored."

I long to hear his voice again, or gaze upon his smile.
I'd love to hear just one more joke, for that I'd walk for miles!

In truth, I must be satisfied with memories that he left me. 
My job now is to "suck it up," and care for my remaining family.

I've failed them in so many ways. For that I'm truly sorry.
It's time to vanquish any guilt and get on with my own story.

I promise to be better, just as soon as I am able.
I'll once more play it straight, I'll put my cards upon the table.

It's hard to lose a child, the hole in my heart's immense!
But I must resume my duties, my "new" life must commence.

Thank you for bearing with me. Please let me know what you think of this.