Dear father

Saw my dear father lying in bed

He seemed to me to be sleeping

Touched his forehead and knew he was dead

Then I was lost in solitary weeping

I did not know how to react

I put my hand through his hair

It all seemed all so abstract

Wondering if we all should say a Lord´s prayer

I do not know where his soul has gone

So I can send him an email

He surely must have left a little before dawn

Hopefully he did remember to leave a trail

I do speak to him when I´m alone

Wondering if he´s doing well wherever he is

Wish I could speak to him on the phone

That would be great oh gee whiz

copyright 2012 alan moliner

copyright photo 2011 alan moliner