• One last poem before I go to bed:

The earth isn’t what it appears to be

Each living thing has its own part.

Grandmother Spider has made it all work

together with no sign of a heart.

Although each thing lives on another

it will work out in the end.

The winner will someday be loser,

The loser will someday defend.

Never will things work together.

The earth doesn’t have enough room.

Species keep disappearing.

It’s only just part of earth’s gloom.

When I get to the other dimension

and am able to see Dad again,

I won’t give a hoot about earth things

Or what I’ve been through or have been.

I look forward to my next journey.

I’m not worried at all about death.

I feel that death is a beginning

of another nice sort of a breath.

Please don’t feel bad when I leave you.

You’ll soon be joining me, too.

And after our rest in the graveyard

we’ll have many more things to do.

New places, new thoughts, new beginnings.

Who knows where or with who we will be?

If there’s nothing then we won’t be worried

Because we’ll be gone don’t you see?

So don’t miss me please just look forward

To things that we can’t even sense

and don’t look so sorry and speak of me

as if I was in the past tense.