i lost my wife in 1989 to a certain kind of undetectable cancer she left me alone in a seven bedroom home built upon the bones of fallen soldiers i dont recall putting that picture on the wall the one of mother and child at easter time i hear strange things creeping in the night i have strange dreams in the bed where lucy died the day that lucy died was the hottest of the summer the family all stood around her sweating when she expired they all went back to the city ive never seen a living soul again i buried her down beneath the garden that lucy proudly grew the whitest rose that ever was in bloom i hear strange things creeping in the night i have strange dreams in the bed where lucy died i hear strange things creeping in the night i have strange dreams in the bed where lucy died1