Margaret and Verity

Counting over ninety ―
Still might be a few—
Thinking some of heaven —
Things I’d want to do
If we were there together,
If I were there with you.

I think I see some cottonwoods,
A grassy place below,
Someone reaching out to me —
It’s you — I know, I know.

I feel you holding close to me
We dance the whole night through
To all the songs I left undanced
But wish I’d danced with you.

I feel the music now. It seems
I hear it in my dreams.
Heaven is some place with you,
Somewhere we have been.