Threshold of heaven (poem of my depression)

every year we would pray for snow, it would never come, and now since your passing, you have sent me a present from heaven, people do not appreciate it's beauty, but we always saw the life of winter, and now since your passing..... you have sent me this time of white snow, to remind me that life is a beautiful piece of heaven, and when we meet again, it will be at the gates, where the light is white like snow, you shall carry me once again, this time over, the threshold of heaven