I dreamt of you last night

I dreamt of you last night.

As I walked in, you were sat

as if normal, smiling with delight!

I traced your features, taking each one in,

from your sun-kissed hair,

to your silly little grin!

I burst out with tears

as I looked back at Mom,

then as I turned around,

just like that,

you were gone.

'Hush!' You had said,

'Please do not cry.'

'It is true that in your dreams you can see us and fly!'

Oh! How I wished I had

grabbed that outreached hand

instead of weeping with grief!

I seemed to misunderstand …

I will see you again,

my father, my rock.

Then it will be you

that will tremble with shock.