Bittersweet Poem by Randy McClave

The other night when I was asleep
I awoke then I began to weep,
Then I reached over and I kissed my wife's head;
I had dreamt that I was dead.
I was so happy for her soul
It was easy for me to let her go,
And when years came and past her by
She had forgot that I once was at her side.
But, my son just stood and cried
His tears could never be erased,
I was his love and him my strength
Without him, life was a waste.

Randy L. McClave