Open Call | Father's Day
1 min
Dad Dreams
Sion Prior
Dad, one night a while back
I dreamed
you and mum died
mum, white-haired with age
had an afternoon nap
on my childhood bed
and never woke
you were lowered slowly
on a metal lattice
into a pool of acid.
but Dad, last night I dreamed
a new dream
of your death
you repeated my name
with a rasping voice
until I found you
on my childhood bed
you gave back to me
one by one
seven little satchels
red
orange
yellow
green
blue
indigo
violet
filled with figures I'd left behind,
toy models and heroes I'd lost
in my childhood home
crying I
kissed you on the forehead, said
thank you
and
night Dad.
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