Sunday, December 31, 2017

May 1972


May 1972


After Dad died
          I had dreams about him
Still alive
and I would run to him
hug him deliriously
          Daddy, I would cry
and awaken, tear sodden.
Then one time I told him
Dad
          In my dream I told him
Dad
      you died
                  you can’t keep coming back.
 
And I never saw him anymore.

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