Where's my dad gone?

A Poem by Pendantry

Till we meet again...

All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small.
Symbiotic harmony:
a journey terminal.

If heav'n exists you are there;
you don't belong in hell.
Limbo? Maybe not so bad
if it stalls the last bell.

Truth in palingenesis?
Perhaps I'll plant a tree,
and ask it, if it should see you,
to say "hello" from me.