I wounder are you coming home

I lost you when i was
only just born,
i never got to meet you,
you never got to meet me.

i ask daddy are you ever coming home,
he tells me no you are
in heaven but I'm only seven
i don't understand.

is heaven a holiday,
is it far away can i visit
you some day?

i asked daddy if we can
go and see you he
took me to a place
with lots of Grey stones
they all looked the same to me
but yours stood out to me.

i wounder mummy
are you ever coming home,
for me to meet you,
and you to meet me one
last time to say my final goodbye