I'm thinking, Dad, that soon, maybe, we'll meet;
at least, that's how it seems from what I hear;
the info's not at all clear on this point:
like, where exactly; and what will I wear,
and shall I bring you something; if so, what?
I'm not too easy, Dad, about all this:
like, am I sure to find you in that lot?
And, will we treat each other like - we did,
or as we should now (God knows how you'll be...) :
and, will we need to talk about past pain?
('cos that's what's really, really bugging me...) :
or can we wipe the slate clean, start again?
Dad - were you proud of me? You never said...
Dad - love you; are things better, now you're dead?
Well said, great sonnet. I really like this form, a good poet can put a lot into a Sonnet. You ARE a poet and you put a lot into this one.10++
The last two lines contain questions that I also want to ask, in fact I have a whole lot of questions that I want to ask. It's a pity that I didn't ask them when he was alive, it's the same old story, we simply didn't talk enough.
Written from the heart, enough to move anyone. Nicely done. Best Wishes Helgard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so very poignant and I relate to it closely.You ask all my questions. A memorable poem, Michael