Painting by John Godward
I close my eyes,
My father is beside me.
He asks about my life,
My dreams.
He asks about his granddaughter,
The little Sarah.
I look at him,
I answer his questions
I tell him how he misses me.
He smiles, he kisses my
Cheeks.
I wake up, look around
He’s no more there.
I weep.
