When you are resurrected…
I hope that Father leaves you, just the way you are.
With your “Harry Potter” scar—
That lasting trace upon your forehead from an ice-cream social gone bad,
To the kink I left in your upper-ear,
When as a babe, I cuddled you far too tight and for far too long!!!
When you are resurrected…
I hope that Father leaves you, just the way you are.
That freckle on your lower eyelid,
Your soft and graceful hands… boy, they could sure play the fiddle!!!
Your messy hair that you rarely brushed,
But somehow, in your go-to bun, always looked quite glorious!
Big rosy cheeks, and perfect lips—
As a little child, the world would stop, stare, and point fingers… Look there!!!
When you are resurrected…
I hope that Father leaves you, just the way you are.
Your heart of golden sunshine—
Always true, and always ready to lift, or help, or mend.
Your brilliant mind with wit and innovation—
Conversation and companionship have since been sorely missed.
When you are resurrected…
I pray that Father leaves you, just the way you are…
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