Merry Road

• Emily Kaltner, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

This isn't a lie, it's the truth. A poem just for our youth.
Down this merry road we all take, things get better by the day.
Even if you stop to cry, God is there to dry your eyes.
When you are at the end you will see, things will be better, and you will be free.
I love you higher than the mountains can grow and much deeper than the snow below.
Winds shift but my love won't. The thing is it will only grow.
Your eyes are like diamonds in a starry night sky. Heaven is just on earth but high.
So lay your head down on a pillow and dream about soft pink meadows.
Death isn't tragic, it's just a different kind of magic. Dream big with no limits.
When you are finished your merry road, say your goodbyes, it's time to let go.