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Jun 2014
I woke from sleep
and found that you were here
for me to hold and keep

and not gone to death's hold
as I had thought before
and you would be coming

through that front door
and wander the rooms
to look for food

like some hungry bear
with that large eyed stare
and friendly smile

and gentle manner
to enquire what was to eat?
or what's for dinner?

but then I woke once more
and things were
as they were before

the dream had lied
you are gone
you have died.
A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)   
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