Out of a Deep Sleep at Three (AM)

A few weeks ago

I canned pickles to go 

to my family I was going to see.

Out of a deep sleep at three,

I swung my feet to the edge of the bed,

and around the side

to slide into sandals in front of me.

Now, how was I going to get my toes

to fit in the canning jars just so?

I could fill the sink with brine,

dangle my legs beside

on the edge of the basin ledge.

"But how do I climb that high?"

I said, to nobody else but me.

Oh!...dear me, just a dream!

This morning

Out of a deep sleep at three.

I swung my feet to the edge of the bed

and around the side

to slide into sandals in front of me.

I must get the car

take Dad to the ER

For a stroke it appears to be.

He has trouble

walking toward me,

and cannot

understand me.

He is frail and quite old you see,

He would have been

one hundred eleven

but he died in 1987!

Oh!...dear me, how real a dream!

If I went to the ER,

they would admit not him, but me!