Heaven Samantha Bravo I climbed up from my bed,
my body behind,
I rose with the sun,
left my slippers, my mind,
tucked under the corner,
They stayed waiting and watched.

Through the fury of loud, startling shouts
My friends, my belongings,
Pondered my whereabouts

They cried, hold it, hault
Stop all the press
No need for a panic, let’s just get serious

They sent letters on the back of a grand old owl,
Sent out posters and postcards
Said it was wrong, called foul

All the while, oblivious, without a clue
With me rising, gliding
In skies that are blue.

They said it would be glamorous,
Hushed and serene.
They said it would be beautiful,
amazing, like a dream.

He called me by name,
remembered my middle,
said, Bravo, Bravo,
You conquered the riddle.

Heaven, they said,
would have no pain.
No hate, not betrayal
No tears nor rain.

No confusion, no sadness
No meaningless games
Just straightforward truth,
No room for shame.

They said there would be castles,
Dripping with riches,
Streets made of gold
And silver used for stitches.

But for me it is quite simple,
White, and plain
No money, no wealth,
No boasts to be gained.

For me it’s quite soothing,
With clean cool bed sheets,
And a window that looks down
Into quiet, empty streets.

Fields that are a lush, vibrant green,
Beds of flowers and clover
The kind you can lie down in and dream.
Bears that give real hugs,
Lions that are gentle
Letting me place my lips to their ears
As they purr in a roar that is sentimental

Men who love with no risks,
No, they don’t hide their intentions
They send flowers and write poems
With their strong sturdy grips.

I have my own corner of Heaven, they call it.
I’m allotted an allowance
Given a spectrum that stretches
Like a rainbow, a reminder, with not one limit.

So far I’m doing well.
I’d have to say I’m doing fine,
In a world where there are no boundaries,
No worries over time.

My Heaven is simple,
soothing and true.
My Heaven is beautiful,
Meant for me, not for you.