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Email From Heaven
by Laurie J Crist

Friday, February 01, 2008
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My son passed away in 1996. Since I spend so much time on the computer, I wrote this in memory of him.


Night had fallen and it was time for bed,

As usual I couldn't sleep, so I prayed instead.

Dear God, I said, I miss my son

But as always, dear God, thy will be done.

I said the words but still I wept,

Then tears were done and finally I slept.

Deep in slumber I began to dream;

It was so real as night visions can seem.

I saw a line standing at Heaven's gate

And a sign that said: Here you must wait.

"Wait for what?" they all cried in dismay.

"We were good; we deserve to go this way!"

But St. Peter waved a hand and smiled at the crowd,

Please settle down, don't shout, not so loud.

And then he explained, before they filed through

That they had a small task he needed them to do.

One by one in a line you may now come along

And register for our website,

Please give me the screen name of your choice;

Your email address will be .angelsrejoice.

In my dream I awoke and turned on my computer

One email subject said: Your tutor.

I opened it up and read my email in wonder;

Surely this must be a joke or a blunder

For there in mail it clearly was stated

That for a reply my son now eagerly waited.

It told me just how I could write my sweet boy;

Now down my face ran a mother's tears of joy

So I answered my mail and then got one in reply:

Dear Mom, it said, I'm sorry I never said goodbye.

But you know that I love you and I always will.

I wish that I could be with all of you still.

But this place is so beautiful, and so serene.

Hard to explain but I know you know what I mean.

And, Mom, I know that in forty or fifty years

You'll be here with me, so Mom, please, no tears.

In the meanwhile, send me an email now and then.

Let me know all the news and how everyone's been.

Until you are here and we are together once again,

Your son in God's light, bless you, Mom, and amen.

I awoke then and knew that I had been sleeping.

My wet pillow made it clear that I had been weeping.

But how I smiled to think if only it could be true ,

To hear from my son, and others who had passed, too.

But somehow I feel that my son used this way

To let me know he was fine, and that, everyday,

He is there with the Lord and the angels above.

He sees me from there and he feels all my love.

And although I miss him and will always feel sad,

Somehow a part of me also feels glad.

For I am sure now that he visited me in a dream;

It would be so  like him to go to that extreme!

Knowing his mom spends so much time online -

How like him to use a computer as a sign!

So he has the last laugh and someday I can say,

Oh, my son, how you managed to brighten my day!

Wouldn't it be wonderful if this only were true ?

That heaven had email and even IMs, too?

But still we can do it the old-fashioned way:

Get on our knees, bow our heads and then pray.   

          Copyright © Laurie J. Crist, 2001

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Reviewed by Ted Bossis 2/8/2008
Directly to the core _ Touched & moved through that door ~ As I evolved with my Fathers passing ~ I came to realize how the love from those must be held in the regard (they would not want the suffering which comes far to often)From those still earthbound ~ Out of a graceful respect we continue _ olloevev ~ Ted
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 2/4/2008
Beautiful tribute for your son...I know that feeling well. Welcome to AuthorsDen.
Reviewed by Barbara Smith 2/2/2008
Laurie, such a beautiful tribute to your son, this is sad & heart rendering but also full of peace and happiness. A truly wonderful write! God Bless
Reviewed by Kathy Armijo 2/1/2008
As a Mom whose three sons have died, I believe that they talk to us in so many, many different ways. I applaud you for the beauty of this poem. It brought me much comfort.

Welcome to our AD family.

God bless you. Kathy

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