by SUSAN JONES
THE DAY WAS VERY HARD FOR ME.
ALTHOUGH AT PEACE I KNEW YOU'D BE.
I HESITATED COMING HOME
YOUR FACE I KNEW I WOULDN'T SEE.
I SHOPPED A LITTLE AND TRIED TO LAUGH
BUT NOTHING SEEMED TO DO.
I KNEW THAT BEING ANYWHERE
WITHOUT YOU'D MAKE ME BLUE.
I TOOK THE LONG WAY HOME THAT DAY
AND WAITED FOR THE DAY TO END.
JUST HOPING YOU'D BE IN MY DREAMS,
MY DEAR AND TRUSTED FRIEND.
THE MOON WAS FULL
I'D PRAYED FOR THAT,
TO GUIDE YOU UP TO HEAVEN.
I FINALLY FELL ASLEEP AT TEN
AND DREAMT YOU WERE SIX OR SEVEN,
ROMPING WITH YOUNG PUPS AGAIN
UP THERE IN GOD'S GREAT HEAVEN.
YOU LOOKED SO YOUNG AND SPUNKY TOO,
THE WAY YOU USED TO BE.
BUT YOU KEPT LOOKING AROUND, AS IF TO SAY,
COME ON, COME BE WITH ME.
YOU GO AND PLAY
AND REST SOME TOO.
AND KNOW THAT WHEN THE TIME'S RIGHT,
I'LL COME AND BE RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE
AND OUR DAYS WILL ONCE AGAIN BE BRIGHT.