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Poetry from within

My Dad

I woke up this morning my thoughts of dad,does he know that am so proud and glad

He is one of the few that did his best, many of his friends have been laid to rest

At his base I waited for him, I watched the Hurricanes landing in

At his hard stand I wait for him a Hurricane approaches but it’s not him

Tails of glory and tails of death, am approached by a pilot, who I only know as Seth

On my shoulder he places his hand, looks into my eyes and I start to cry

He kneels down and says to me, “come on son come with me”

I step back stand and stare, at the empty space knowing my dad should be there

The rain comes on its start to get dark,a man approaches and put’s a coat on my back

He walks in front and kneels down, the man in front makes me smile not frown

He said he’ll be back and he kept his word, with open arms I give him the tightest hug

We go home, have our tea, I fell asleep cuddling up on his knee

Two days later my dad was away, with Seth at the door it remained that way

Gordon Bruce