Dear Son..

[Nash.thy.teeth]

(I wrote this to myself after my dad died.)

 

 

 

Dear son,

 

My death was nothing

 

I've only slipped into the room beside you

 

We are still together

 

Father and son forever

 

Call me by my name

 

And daddy will come home running

 

Speak to me in the way you used to

 

Make your voice no different

 

Wear no tone of forced air

 

Or tone of sorrow

 

Laugh with me like we used to

 

Laugh at the tiny things in life

 

Rememberthe times we spent together

 

Play with me

 

It'll be a blast

 

As long as your thinking of me

 

Speak my name as it once was

 

Let it be spoken without effect

 

Without a trace of sorrow

 

Why should I be out of mind

 

Because I am out of sight?

 

No,for as you are writing this poem

 

I am there beside you

 

watching over my little boy grow

 

Daddy loves you.