The babies want to know if Michael Jackson went to Heaven.
If his soul went right away, or if it's gonna take a few days.
If he can still think, even when his body doesn't work anymore.
If his skin and hair and nose will look like that when he meets God, or if they'll all go back to the way God made them. Brown and thick and full.
If he'll sing for the angels, and if so, which song (because he had a lot of them).
Maybe Never Can Say Goodbye.
Or I”ll Be There.”
“Can't Help It.
“Rock With You”
Or Remember the Time.
Do you think his children know he died?
His mom is probably really sad, huh?
Sad like you? Or more?
How long are you going to listen to Michael Jackson songs, Mommy?
Aren't you tired of them yet?
Are you going to play his songs forever?
Forever is a mighty long time, babies.
And no matter the rumors, the controversy, the quirkiness, his music is worth that much.
For your talent. Your grace. Your musical beauty.