Death dream
I've just woken from my sleep,
Where I dreamed I had died.
And I was in a marble room,
Way up in the sky.
There were no angels there,
No folk with feathered wings.
Only people in light grey,
Simply sorting things.
Each one wore a badge
Like a big red heart.
The rest of us stood by,
To hear them make this start.
“Has anyone been a nurse?”
They each got a badge.
Not “has anyone written verse?”
When I could have said I had.
That’s when I woke up,
And I was surely glad.
Mary Treveil,
Ardrossan Road,