Sometimes in Dreams

Sometimes in Dreams


Sometimes in dreams I’ll forget that she’s dead
and I’ll see her dancing on the wing of a plane
or waving good-bye from the back of a train.
Or laughing on a gurney, as if she’d never gone.
As if we’d never cried and laid her in the ground.
And if my dreams keep this up, how will I ever
know if I’m dead or alive when my time comes?
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Me: That’s about your grandmother. What do you think?
She: That’s not a poem.
Me: What?

Jannie Funster November 2008