What's It Like?

When I was eight years old, my grandma passed away. She was my best friend. Twelve years later, I still cry myself to sleep sometimes because I miss her so much. I was thinking the other night about what it would be like if I could see my grandma again. That would legit be the highlight of my summer. So as I was crying about how much I miss that beautiful lady, I decided to write down what I was thinking. After a few minutes, this is what I came up with. I hope you like it, and I hope she's proud.


What's It Like?

Are there really holes in Heaven's floor?
Are the streets all paved with gold?
Are you really watching over me,
Or is that just what i'm told?
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
Do you remember who I am?
Is everyone laid back and quiet
Or do angels like to jam?
Have you ever hugged an angel?
What's it like to feel no pain?
Is it true your tears are falling
every time it starts to rain?
Have you ever touched the pearly gates?
Do you get to sit at Jesus' feet?
Do you think that God will like me
when we finally get to meet?
Is it hot or is it cold?
Have you ever seen God mad?
Can you feel hugs in Heaven?
Do you ever call God dad?
Do you miss me like I miss you?
Can younger angels ride a bike?
I have so many things to ask you.
Grandma, tell me, what's it like?