Sestina For Winter
Poem By NORMAN ROSS
I know it was a dream but still it felt so real.
My dad was right here next to me, his arms I can still feel.
He asked me how I'm coping and if I felt alright.
I cried and tried to tell him ''Dad, I'm just so sad tonight.''
I told him of my lonliness and of my crazy fears.
I told him all the things he's missed with me throughout the years.
He said that he had been here, he knew just how I felt.
He said that he was proud of me and by my bed he knelt.
He prayed for my forgiveness for all the pain I had.
All I could do was hold him and say ''I'll always love you Dad.''
He sat in the recliner that was always left for him.
He watched until I fell asleep but left the lights on dim.
He whispered in my ear ''I'll always be around''.
I woke up disappointed...an empty chair was all I found.
The air was thick with his cologne. I heard him call my name.
Since last night I know for sure I'll never be the same.