5 January 2013
I bet he has the golden paths lit up.
All you see is gold.
I can only imagine what the weather is like.
All you see is snow.
I envision people hand in hand; dancing with one another.
I see my poppy, my father, and my mother.
Each one so strong and beautiful just like I remember.
I cannot wait for the day to come, when I can finally go there too.
I can reunite with my mother, father, and my poppy too.
One Day • Opuss № I