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              Richard Haesche





"You gonna sleep all day, my sweet?"

I asked my wife one day.

"You know you have some guests to greet

And pass the time of day."



She lay there seeming not to hear

My words to wake her up.

Oh, well, I thought, stay there, my love,

I'll fill your coffee cup.



I poured the coffee from the pot

And spooned in sugar, too.

I added cream, 'cause it was hot,

And stirred the fresh, hot brew.



I took it to her sleeping side

And watched her as she slept,

A moment more I'd give the bride

So many years I'd kept.



I sat there, thinking, knowing that

Her sleep she needed badly,

I thought of dreams that all fell flat

And how she'd felt so sadly.



I tried to recollect the day

When first we fell in love.

I'm sure it all began in May

When skies were blue above.



Remember, dear, when we were young,

And courting was in style?

And all the songs we used to sing

Would bring to us a smile?



And what about the time you said,

'Of course you'd marry me.'

And how we sang and laughed instead of

Acting bashfully?



Yes, darling, life has been so long,

Some happiness we've known.

We've shared some blues, known right and wrong,

The years for us have flown.



We've huddled in its sorrows,

And trembled in its grief,

And looked for its tomorrows

Oh, my God, it's been so brief!



I looked at 'mother' laying there,

Her hair all turned to gray,

And suddenly I felt the fear

I'd always put away!



Her face was white, her breathing stopped,

Her heart no longer beat,

I'd never know another dawn

My loving wife to greet.



She's sleeping and she'll never wake,

Nor ever smile nor nod,

She's lived her life for all our sakes,

And now she'll be with God.



Just wait awile, my dearest one,

I'll be there soon with you,

At Heaven's gate, there'll be no strife,

We'll start our lives anew.