In my dreams

This is a poem for my father who passed away in March of 2005. I will always miss him.

Last night I had a dream about you, Papa.

You were sitting in the living room and playing your guitar that you loved so much.

You asked me to sing with you the way you always did when our family got together.

Still, I could not believe you were here.

I especially loved the twinkle in your brownish eyes as you smiled.

It had been awhile since I had seen you.

But it looked like no time had passed.

You were so happy.

You kept laughing and asked me how I was?

I told you I was okay, but I missed you.

I saw the look in your eyes. You were teary-eyed.

“I will always be with you.”

After that, I woke up from my dream and I cried.

No matter how much time passes I will always miss you, but I was glad to see you even if it was only in my dreams.

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