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When Grandpa died we tried to explain 

That he’d never be back with us again

We talked of God and paradise

How his life with us was too concise.

It was a battle with cancer...cancer won

We searched for a good explanation but there wasn’t one.

And so I wondered with his life coming to an end,

How much did my son perceive...how much did he comprehend?

Until a few months later when Grandma’s life expired.

(She couldn’t live without Grandpa; she was too old...too tired.)

My son awoke late, I think around eleven

And asked if Grandma’s room was net to Grandpa’s in heaven.

At last I knew he understood and his reasoning will suffice 

For it’s lovely to think of Mom and Dad with adjoining rooms in paradise.