The Gift

The Gift
I don’t remember dreaming last night
But I woke up with “Jim is dead, Jim is dead, Jim is dead,” screaming through my brain
And my face was wet with tears
I looked to your side of the bed
Just to make sure
It was only a bad dream
But all I saw was those two beautiful boys
You left me with
Watching TV quietly
I looked at those wonderful little faces and smiled
Knowing the love you shared
And I was given the morning gift
Of the legacy you left behind