I had a dream.
She was alive
and dying.
It was a degenerative disease.
We had been given our years together.
Now an old woman
surrounded by children of children.
Time was given to say goodbye.
Each took their turn, knowing
what the hours held in store.
Despite the preparation
and the time to say goodbye
it was no less hard.
The same pit gripped my stomach
I cried with the same veracity
And I would still wake up weeping.