I dreamed of you last night,
Three students who graced my teaching days.
Last night, a decade after the last good-byes
Of my final class of children faded away.
Why now?
My sleep-drugged brain wondered.
Out of all the students
Why these three?
The first question I could answer.
After a day of writing a mystery novel
With a elementary teacher solving crimes,
School was on my mind.
But why these students?
I can not answer, though a reason there must be.
So I whispered a groggy prayer to the One who knows,
Then fell into a dreamless, restful sleep.
