Was it a Dream

Was it a Dream

A Poem by Anita B Jacques

He came to get something and left something behind, your guess...


One night
I find myself
Sitting in bed
Not surprised to see
My departed husband
Gone! for a couple days
Standing at the end of our bed

Facing and looking at me
In a familiar way
About thirty years young
No sign of illness
Under his left arm
His shaving kit....

"I came to get something"
He said
"Where are you ?"
"With Jesus"
He answered

I have to go.
Next he was gone

I fell back to sleep
He left behind
A sense of peace
And the precious memory of his visit

© 2013 Anita B Jacques

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Added on January 31, 2009
Last Updated on December 6, 2013
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Anita B Jacques
Anita B Jacques

Greenfield, MA

I'm just a novice in poetry. English is my second language, I was born and educated in France. My paintings are on the back burner for the moment. I love this site and enjoy writing (If I can call it .. more..


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