By Kai Conradi
In a dream my dad fell
from the top of a steep white mountain
down into a blue crevasse
like the space between two waves
where the light shines through just enough
to tell you
you will miss this life dearly.
The falling took years.
I could hear him moving through air and then finally nothing.
In another dream my dad was an angel
his see-through body dangling in the air
floating above me face shimmery like tinfoil
and I cried and cried when he told me
I can’t come back to earth now not ever.
When my dad told me
You will always be my daughter
maybe it was like that.
Will I be allowed to come back to earth
and be your son?
Source: Poetry (January 2019)
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