Sky Fall by Ecoseasons
A Precious Moment
Looking down through a crack of the wooden floorboard, I smile as I see my honey watching TV downstairs. He asks, ‘what are you doing up in the attic?’ I muse, ‘O just uncluttering my mind.’
Magically – Suddenly
I recognize his clear blue eyes, silvery curly hair and broad happy smile.
So happy to see you, my dear Papa – then instantly you disappear.
…I rejoice whenever I dream of my father
he never says a word, he just smiles, and I feel protected…