Think of those mansions in Heaven
That Jesus went back to prepare.
There is really nothing on earth
For those mansions to compare.
There are two categories of mansions
In that great Heavenly land so fair.
They are "occupied" and "reserved"
With rooms we will not have to share.
In some of those occupied mansions,
I have many loved ones so dear.
They may say, "She has one reserved.
She's so old; Why isn't she here?"
To those loved ones, I must say,
"I am anxious to arrive there too,
And maybe my mansion up in Glory
Sits just a little close to you!"
This poem was a finalist in the August 2012 poetry contest