WAS IT A DREAM?

Good Friday was the date
When my wife passed away.
On Thursday she was fifty-seven,
She died the very next day.

Several weeks had passed quickly by
Since Goodbye to her I said.
My dreams were during the working day
Not in my solitary bed.

Then one night as I was asleep
I saw her plain as day.
My surprise was so complete
There was nothing I could say.

She was as I had known her
At the time we wed
And when she was the first
With whom I shared a bed.

I saw her slim and trim
Instead of over weight.
With hair now black instead of gray
She looked just great.

Her dress was one I remembered well.
Black and plain as could be,
But her favorite in those early days
When she dressed up for me.

The pearls around her neck
I thought had been lost long ago.
How sad she had been to admit
"Where they are I do not know".

For a minute she just stood and looked
And then I heard her say
"I am going on a trip, one very long;
I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay."

When I asked her about this trip,
For of course I wanted to know,
He reply was only the repeated words
"You cannot go; you cannot go."

I did not see her leave the room
But in a moment she was gone.
My sleep was no longer disturbed
Until I woke at dawn.

In spirits I did not believe
Until this night with her.
I expect it was just a dream,
But I'm really not so sure.