The other night he was in my dream and his face was very clear,
And although I couldn't touch him, I felt him very near.
I heard him talk and heard him laugh, gentle and carefree,
He threw his head back, clapped his hands, and then he winked at me.
The words he spoke seemed jumbled, I strained to understand,
Then he took me by surprise, this kind and funny man.
He opened up his hand to me, calloused, big, and strong,
Although I tried, I couldn't reach, I'm not sure what was wrong.
He lowered his hand, then slightly turned and quickly looked away,
But before he did, I saw the tear that slid down his rugged face.
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I felt helpless and alone,
He took a few steps, turned back and waved, I knew he was going home.
I stood there with my heart pounding, I couldn't even say good-bye,
I couldn't tell him how much he was missed, I only watched him cry.
"I'll be going," I heard him whisper, "don't forget me when you wake.
I'll be with you whenever you need me, I'm never very far away."
I felt my knees start to weaken and a huge lump in my throat,
There were so many things I wanted to say, things I wanted him to know.
His eyes were so filled with emotion, yet all his pain seemed miles away,
"I love you," he said, "be good, God bless." Then he started to fade.
As I woke up I was trembling, I could still hear the words he had said,
I'd longed for this, since the day he had passed, this very special visit from Dad.
I love and miss you, Dad! :)
