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Jan 2015
What the dream
was about
I have small

recollection,
only that you
were there,

there in that
black overcoat,
your broadness,

your silent presence,
and I hugged you,
my son,

and yet did not
remember you
were dead

until I woke.
I wanted
to return

to the dream
but it
had dissolved

some place
inside
my head.
A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)   
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