Auntie Helen was 82 years old
When her eyes were closed and arms were afold.
She died a few weeks ago
And this is something that I know.
She followed the light that goes up to Heaven
She left when I was only 7.
The angels said, “You are welcome here.”
From high in the sky they can see so clear.
Angels are lovely.
Old spirits they are.
They check if you are good or bad
Try to make sure you are not sad,
The shine from their halos spreads out far.
You should not be sad Auntie Helen has died
She has Dinkie, Gem and Uncle Bry by her side.
Can you come back as a ghost
To tell me what you have seen?
About the gardens of flowers
And grass so green,
Where you can do your sowing and planting
Pumpkins for Halloween.
When you come back again,
A cat you might be
To live as my pet and fetch mice for me.
You could talk like Puss in Boots.
Or become a tree with long roots.
Perhaps a bow-head whale,
You would flip and flap your tail.
Beware people on ships looking over the rail.
For two hundred years you could sail.
Or be a crocodile and talk with me on the land
Because if you are a whale you might get stuck in the sand.
If you are sad when someone has died
You will get too frightened when you rest
And you might cry.
In Heaven it must be fun
When you go up there you can find everyone.
There might be competitions and games to be won.
Auntie Helen is back in Heaven
Now her teacher life on Earth is done.
