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…