It’s the little ones that a big heaven make,
The ones we miss everyday,
Like when we get relief from pain
And it rains on a hot summer's day.

Like sunrise from below the seas,
That heavenly does a day make,
Why would you buy an ersatz for your wall?
And hang a glorious fake.

Like holding hands on golden sands
As you go strolling by,
And the watchful eyes of a starry night,
And a bashful moon in the sky.
 
Like the cries of a newborn babe,
Midst the anguished cry of the other,
And the beating of two hearts as one,
When the baby meets the mother.

Like the freshness of the morning dew,
When your feet touch the ground,
That little heaven you'll never know,
If you're not joyfully around.

Like the rainbow in a clearing sky,
And the silver-silhouetted cloud,
Heaven’s somewhere up there I know
But why put the little ones in a shroud?

No greater heaven will you see
Than the gleam in a mother's eye,
When happiness she sees on her child's face,
Pure ecstasy, just heavenly.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)