I'm thinking, Dad, that soon, maybe, we'll meet; <br />at least, that's how it seems from what I hear; <br />the info's not at all clear on this point: <br />like, where exactly; and what will I wear, <br /> <br />and shall I bring you something; if so, what? <br />I'm not too easy, Dad, about all this: <br />like, am I sure to find you in that lot? <br />And, will we treat each other like - we did, <br /> <br />or as we should now (God knows how you'll be...) : <br />and, will we need to talk about past pain? <br />('cos that's what's really, really bugging me...) : <br />or can we wipe the slate clean, start again? <br /> <br />Dad - were you proud of me? You never said... <br />Dad - love you; are things better, now you're dead?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-59-for-dad/
