Last Night I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep, I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep. I whispered to you softly, As you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here." I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times You had passed the cup to me. I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore, I longed to take your parcels, I wished now, I'd carried more. I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care, I want to re-assure you, That I'm not lying there. I walked with you towards the house, As you fumbled for your key, I gently put my hand on yours, I smiled and said, "It's me." We both went in, you looked so tired, And sank into your chair, I tried so hard to let you know, That I was standing there. It's possible for me to be So near you every day, To say to you with certainty, "I never went away." You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew, In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you. Now the day is over, And as you climb the stairs, I smile and watch you yawning, And say "Good night, God Bless, I'll see you in the morning." And when the time is right for you, To cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you, And we'll stand, side by side. I've so many things to show you, There's so much for you to see, Be patient, live your journey out, Then come home to be with me. ~Unknown Author