An old man's dream

Last night I dreamed of you again and heard you call to me,

And I went back in memory to the way things used to be....

Your eyes were full of caring and tender as your smile,

For we were young again, my love -

for just a little while.

You reached across and touched my face, the way you used to do,

Then in my dream you whispered, 'Ma Cushla, I love you."

And I stood tall, my head held high, unbent from years of toil,

For we were young again, my love -

for just a little while.

When I awoke, alone and old, I left you in my dream,

Where you stay young and beautiful, in a world forever green.

Just dreams of you are all that's left - to ease life's final mile,

To see your face, to feel your touch...

for just a little while.

- Patrick Foley