I loved my dad and he loved me.
We used to sit up in a tree

But in the tree we would stare
At the world down there
And the world up here,
But not at the world up there,

Because that world is heaven-
And when we sat up in the tree
I was only seven,
So I had a long way to go till I went to heaven.

And one day soon I'll see my dad-
His death really really makes me sad.

But till that day I'll have to wait
To walk with him through heaven's gate.

—Crystle Davis, age 9