Yes, I wrote a poem.
I wrote the poem in my sleep.
It was shortly after Mama died and the poem was about her.
I still have it somewhere. I hope I can find it.

I was at work at Shell one day when I had a sudden thought, “Did I get up in the night and write a poem about Mama”?

I vaguely remembered waking, reaching for pen and paper and writing.

I couldn’t decide if I had actually done it or if I dreamed it.
I had no idea.

It was a long, long afternoon before I could leave work and rush home to see if there was a poem at my bedside.

When I finally got home, it was a complete surprise to find a poem there, scribbles, corrections and all.

Here is what I found.

My thoughts are with Mother.
Strongly. Sadly. Lonely.
Of suffering.
Of knowing she was dying.
Saying goodbye to her as I left her.
I could not bear to watch her die.
In her dying I told her I loved her 
and she told me.
There were loved ones when she was.
Drawn together by her. To her. For her.
Her love for us all binding us together went with her.
I cry.
My tears for us all.

– Sue Williams