When I die I’ll go to
a beautiful perfect place,
But I won’t stay.
I’d miss too fiercely
The warm weight
of my baby’s head
on my heart,
A perfectly buttery caramel,
An Allman Brothers song
on a sunny
Saturday
morning.
I’d come back
for things like that.
an
Laughing at the Ban Sidhe 
I think this is going to be an interesting blog. Love this poetry or musing that you’ve posted!
Nice. Reminds me Talking Heads’ take on the concept of Heaven in their song “Heaven”.
Lise that is a great picture of you. As always I love your poetry.