"Windows in Heaven"

A Poem for Jason, by C.J. Heck

Years ago, I was busy putting together the manuscript for my first children’s poetry book. Out of the blue, I received an email from a writer I knew from an online writing community where we were members.

“Hello CJ. I have a personal reason for reaching out to you this morning. I hope you can help me.

My husband was taken from us a year ago when an aneurism burst in his brain. I’m sure you can understand, it’s been a sad, anxious time for our family. My five year-old son, Jason, was very close to his daddy. He’s had an especially difficult time with the loss.

I am such a fan of your writing. I’m wondering if you have a children’s poem, or a story that might help Jason deal with the loss of his daddy ...”

With a heavy heart, I wrote back to tell her I was sorry for their loss, but I didn’t have a poem, or a story like she described. But I asked her to give me a little time and I would try to write something that might help.

The following is a poem I wrote from a child’s point of view for Jason and other children who may be dealing with the loss of their daddy:

Windows in Heaven
A poem for Jason, by C.J. Heck 

I know sometimes that clouds bring rain
In wintertime it's snow.
And spring is good because it makes
The pretty flowers grow.

I know that God is everywhere
And angels all have wings,
That dogs can't talk and bunnies hop.
I know so many things.

But why do Daddies go away?
It makes kids and Mommies sad.
Are there windows up in Heaven?
Did I do something bad?

Mommy said it's not like that ...
Children all are good.
Sometimes Daddies just can't stay
Even though we wish they could.

She said Daddy loves me most of all
Not to think he doesn't care
... And he sees me from the windows 
God just needs him more up there. 
 
Bye, Bye

[from the book, “Barking Spiders (and Other Such Stuff)”, by C.J. Heck]

Note 1:  This is the second story I've shared about one of the poems in the book:   
Poem for McKenzie: Her True Story (October 2024).

Note 2:  Special thanks to Ken Macko, who suggested the poem could be used for helping a child who is having a hard time dealing with any number of special people in their lives:  for instance, Gramma or Grampa.

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