Sue Cadell


By:   Sue Cadell

Dreams are for day and night-

They are pleasant or cause fright.

They come and go, in and out-

One wonders what it’s all about.

In the dream I hear

A voice held dear-

A face out of sight-

No calming my night.

For he is long gone,

Leaving me to go on,

What I would give

To touch a cheek, see he lives.

We smell the blooms

Graveside, too soon,

Tasting bitter and better-

Taking comfort in sent letters.

Though the loss was great,

Of our lives we make

The best—he’d demand

Feeling sure we can.