My Gift To You Poem by John A. Hancock

I dreamt last night I set you free from pushing
This chariot I sit in each and every day
Soaring like an eagle upon the wind twas I
All my pain and suffering swept away
No longer did you need to change me
Or wash clean this old wrinkled skin of mine
Though you say I'm not a burden to you
It is out of love I know that makes you be so kind
No more feeding me like a baby
Gone is the shame I try so hard to hide
Along with all those pills I have to take
Simply just to keep myself alive
What joy I felt amongst the clouds that
I showered you with tears of happiness from the sky
My gift to you to whom I love so dear
For you see; last night I dreamt that I had died