Dreams

I often wonder in my head If angels watch while I’m in bed. Is it they who help me see and hear Those I have loved and held so dear. Mother, father, husband, son I dream about them every one. When I awake, they’ve seemed so real My limbs reach out to touch and feel. Ere I remember that it’s just a dream I fear I’ve said or done some careless thing. To upset or hurt--my greatest fear As it often was when they were here. I long to sleep and dream once more, To see the ones I saw before. But now they’ve gone; again I lose. We’ll talk again when the angels choose.