Dancing In Heaven

Poem By John Shea

Dear lord here I sit with pen in hand
Hoping you will understand
Lillian will be dancing with the stars
With mother nature
Old man winter
Integrated with the wind and rain
Dancing in heaven
With wild refrain
Holding hands with the angels
Who smile with bliss Whispering in the night wind
To loved ones on earth
Sending them a gentle kiss
So lord you are really blessed
To have Lillian
Your dancing guest
Now that special smile.

Comments about Dancing In Heaven

Lillian will be dancing with the stars Dancing in heaven With wild refrain Holding hands with the angel Sending them a gentle kiss Beautiful and sentimental poem on love . lillian is dancing in heaven
Love is an eternal thing of the heart, nothing separates the love of the heart. Good one there Sir
Gr8 atlast i found it! Its adorably touching n d rhymin is sweet brilliant! Thanx 4 lettin me know sir poet! Your wife must b smilin frm up there n i tink sendin yah flying kisses.
Sad but Touching! This is a very well crafted write filled with love, warm wishes but sad indeed! A very sincere and soulful write that clearly shows your talent and great feelings you still feel for your beloved wife! She will keep living in your heart and mind forever! She is dancing with the angels while looking out for you from Heaven! She is your only Muse that always is going to inspire you to write more beautiful and touching poems like this one! My deepest condolence and God Bless You! Thank you for your invitation and keep it up! 10+++ Romeo-New York City


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