He dreamt of you and thought of you,
He asked us everyday,
To return home to you.
He made us promise that you’ll have space,
To call your own, for all your life.
Made you secure and safe.
When united with you, while still not well,
His frettings ceased, he was at ease.
He had found his peace.
He slipped away to whence he came,
In the warmth of your comfort.
Leaving us all forlorn.
Now you, My Father’s Bed,
You who always had the time,
You look at me with silent affront,
For all the times
I choose to be elsewhere.