I dreamt
I slept
Yet I saw you my mother
Sleeping
Sleeping in the tomb
Where winter rains be beating
And the lark in the chill
Of morn arises.
I dreamt of you
A light – an angel light
For after all
All dressed in white
You were – and dreaming
Dreaming the paradise you won
Yet for me worrying
Yet for me praying.
So when I hear thunder creaking
And lightning flash and rumbling
I think of you – cannot escape –
You in your tomb lying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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