last night I dreamt of my father

it was an odd dream,

I don't think of him often

he's been gone so long

and I never knew him well.

 

in the dream he came to my door

suddenly I expected him

as if I'd known he would come

he looked different to me

yet I recognized his expression

strange and sad --

I'd seen it a thousand times

when he and I were younger

 

he tried to be my father

and I tried to be his son

we both fave up so long ago

yet he visits me

starngely in my dreams.