Heavenly Gates

I felt your presence,

as I sat on my chair.

Was it my imagination?

I felt a sudden cold air

blow above my hair.

It was a brief visit.

But I knew you bid me farewell

that quick moment.

I gazed into the ceiling,

for I knew you were watching me.

As the angels of the choir sang,

rejoicing your entrance into the heavenly gates.

©SHEJOY19 

Credit: my relative via his instagram