A girl wrote to her mother
Two nights before she died;
"Mother, dear," she wrote,
"I've grown up yours with pride,
You couldn't have done better if you'd tried...
But it's time for me to go now,
My wings are coming in,
The time to grow has passed
And my afterlife must begin.
I write to say I love you,
And thank you, and adieu.
I also have some favors for the funeral
I've entrusted onto you:
If there's a wake for my body
I want a smile on my face,
So any upside down ones
Will look sorely out of place.
I want a storyteller
To recount my silly tales
So everyone hears laughter,
Not grief or tears or wails.
I want no depressing eulogy
Recounting why you'll miss me,
Or hymns with sad melodies,
Heads bent to show sincerity.
I want lots of hugs and kisses
Shared between the gathered,
Because they're all coming from me;
I want this sadness to be shattered.
You need to know, I'm always here,
I'll always be around,
Even if you can't see or hear me
And I can't answer you with sound,
I'll always have an ear out;
When you think I can't hear, I do.
It's frustrating not seeing me,
But, trust me, I see you.
I'm sending this to prepare you
For what I know you don't want to realize:
You may not see me for a while;
So it goes in this place when somebody dies.
We'll meet up again someplace
Where we can touch and hug always,
Until then I've written up to Dad
To let him know it's a matter of days
Before I can see him after so long;
I know he's enjoyed watching me grow
And seeing you live out your life...
Well, I think we put on a pretty good show.
Now my run on Earth is over;
I'm going to go join Dad,
But know that I've never left your side,
So please, don't be sad.
I love you!" she wrote,
And then she sighed,
"See you soon, Dad," she smiled
And waited to die.
Meanwhile, up in Heaven,
Her dad finished reading his note.
With tears in his eyes, he looked down,
"Best thing she ever wrote."