I Do Remember

…for my father, who died far too young.

Something slid into my thoughts today.

Something almost tangible.

Glimmers…

real?

My small head on your chest,

our two hearts beating

…warm

…safe.

Could this be true?

The smells are of leather

and smoke.

You are reading,

I am at peace.

You are not a photograph,

you are not over there…

The candle’s flicker

creates child’s trance.

The sounds

of Benny Goodman’s genius

fill the air,

seep inside,

lift my soul…

I am flying,

swimming,

floating

with Love…

Then,

and now.