I dreamed of you last night, my friend
when you were young, full of life.
I knew, in my dream
it would be our last time
to say, "Good bye".
You looked on me strangely,
when I reached to embrace you.
Tightly, I held on
knowing you were gone.
N'er to see your bright blue eyes
or hear the laughter pour from your heart.
I miss the quiet times
when we talked;
the card games 'round
your table,
seeing your pride in
your daughters accomplishments,
and watching the love
Shine from your face.
You were a mother to me;
I ache to see you, once more.
By: Graci