The dream
I dreamed of my son last night
he was alive and in good spirits
and I enjoyed the time with him
but then I woke up and remembered
he is not on this earth anymore
It is still a gift to dream of him,
and until my life is over, it is
the only way to spend time with him
It left me feeling the joy of the love I
still very much have for him and
also the heartache of loss so acute
that my heart shattered again
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