I wrote this a year after Joshua died. Writing poems and letters for him were part of the healing process for me.

You're spending your birthday
in heaven this year. How beautiful
it must be! You can see the sun
shining through its endless
eternities.

The sight is so spectacular,
your spirit is carefree and gay.
You can run and jump in moonbeams,
watch stars twinkle as you play.

An angel choir is singing
melodies soft and low. Their
songs echo through paradise,
and to the earth below.

Our hearts are often heavey,
filled with pain and sorrow.
We miss your presence in our
lives, For you there were no
new tomorrows.

We know you are in heaven,and
we will let our hearts sing,
because you are sharing your
third birthday, with God,
the king of kings.