Dear Dad,
We close our eyes, and we retreat
to a very special place-
Away from worry, away from doubt-
familiar teardrops trace.
So, when I see you sleeping –
the phone right by your seat-
I cannot help but, lay parallel,
& forgoe frantic's defeat.
All I can do is lay with you
To meet in Slumber's deep
Knowing that day you leave this earth-
we can always meet in sleep.
Love, Eric
to my 77 year old father, to whom I owe it all.