Who Will Escort Me to Heaven?
As I go to my next,
will I lean forward,
or cling to those around me
grasping for more
time,
love,
hope.

I know heaven
in the eyes of
my wife,
my children,
my friends.
The chorus of so many songs
and the silence that follows a final note.
That is enough.

If asked to escort another,
I will sing
or sit silent.
Offer comfort
or shoulder a fear,
until there is no more.
That is enough.

Should I go alone,
I will share
a wave,
a tear,
and a smile.
If that is all,
that is enough.