Drag Me to Heaven

There are days
of quiet hugs and
no tears
Of just enough milk for a moustache
at the end of funny-face pancakes

There are days
of endless swings and
no fears
Of jumping into the air and
landing with a smile on a face

There are days
Of pretty dresses in
the mirror
Of sister-friends with hours of
stories to make

There are days, Father, that you may have to drag me to heaven.