Only hours removed from heaven,
your eyes are shut as if in intense remembering.
Your ruddy, serene, sleepy face scrunches briefly into worry,
punctuated by puppy-like whimpers.
What would I see if I could peer into
the movie screen of your mind?
Perhaps these started as glorious pre-mortal dreams—
fresh and warm memories of
thrilling celestial playgrounds,
laughter-filled discussions with grandmas and grandpas,
all-you-could-eat heavenly buffets,
ineffably warm embraces of Heavenly Parents—
All suddenly snuffed out
by wintry reminders of
what is coming—
the cold realities
Ah, but there I see you crack a half smile!
I'm glad you've remembered the other half—
Adam and Eve fell so you can live,
and you are here to know
Samuel B. Hislop