The Big Man Upstairs Poem by Hannah Shier

The Big Man Upstairs



Death.
It's a
sad
thing.
And yet,
why sad?
He's
going
to meet
his
Maker.
Why sad?
He's
up there.
Watching.
Waiting.
Patiently.
'Till
you, go to
be
up there
with him,
too.

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