You’re gone now,
so I won’t mail this to you,
but you’re everywhere now,
so you’ll read this one way or another.
I miss you.
At the end you were suffering,
and now that you’ve shed your body
you have a lot more freedom, a lot more peace–
I’m happy for you to be free, to be at peace,
but all the same I miss you.
What is it like where you are?
You were a good Catholic woman your whole life.
Is Heaven as you thought it would be?