I'll Send You A Postcard From Heaven

I prayed every night for God to send,
The perfect man to be my friend,
To hold me tight when the road got hard,
To heal me quick when my heart got scarred.

And all those nights I prayed to God,
I’d say amen and then I’d sob,
For to find the man that was in my dreams,
Was quite impossible, or so it seemed.

For eighteen years I never lost hope,
Looking for the man that could help me cope,
Cope with life and cope with death,
Always separating reality from myth.

And then one day I found the man,
To buy the ring and take my hand,
And although he wasn’t the one I loved,
I figured they’d made a mistake up above.

We lived together for forty years,
Through smiles, death, friendship, and tears,
But throughout it all, the thought never faded,
That when it came to love, I had gotten jaded.

After forty years of a pretty good marriage,
Death took my husband to heaven in a carriage,
And while I grieved for the loss of a friend,
Somehow I knew my love life wouldn’t end.

It had been six years before he came knocking,
But at first glance, I knew God was doing something,
After a week and a half, we headed over to our wedding,
The dress, the cake, the whole marriage setting.

After fifteen years of the love of my life,
I went up to heaven as a result of a knife,
But right before I let death take me, I looked over to him,
And quietly said “ Don’t worry, I’ll send you a postcard from heaven”.