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if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses
my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)
standing near my
(swaying over her
silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see
nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my
(suddenly in sunlight
he will bow,
& the whole garden will bow)
Muff, 31 Dec. 1922 – 20 Nov. 2009
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This reminds me of a book i read that was really good.
Unfortunately i can’t remember the title of the book!
It might have been Lovely Bones – which is a good book – but as i write that i doubt it.
The premise in the book is that each person’s heaven is personal and full of what that individual would have filled it with at the time they died.
The main character discovers hers as she explores it and of course sometimes different people’s heavens overlap.
What a beautiful concept. If you remember the book, please do let me know!