Katinka Havermans

(15-09-1967 / The Netherlands)

My father


Tonight he popped over again
My father
I don't remember what he did or said
My father
I only saw his face, the face
Of my father
His mustache, his glasses, his eyes, it was so familiar
My father
He looked at me like only he could look
My father
And that was so long ago
From my father
Did he want to show
My father
A way to tell
My father
I am still with you
Oh my father
This month, in May
Father
It is already nine years ago
That my father
Was told he had cancer
Oh father
And in October the same year you had to leave us
My father
And now, sometimes he lets himself to be seen in my dreams just for a little while
My father
Who I still miss so very much

© KH

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2012

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