it was an absolutely brilliant day, the thirteenth day of November
the sun was shining high in the sky,
covering my shoulders and arms with warmth that felt like a cashmere shawl next to newly showered skin.
I miss you dad, especially on your birthday
sometimes I forget that you died ten years ago
and I don’t know how I can go on without you
but then you show yourself to me, when I need it most.
‘see me there on the tree branch’ you whisper like a passing cloud, a subtle breeze
i am this small yellow butterfly: i can finally fly, i am happy in my spirit, and no longer in my poor, old, aching body
that made me feel so sad and powerless.
believe me honey, i would not lie
my spirit never left you and it never will for I will always love you.
see? i’m down here now, i didn’t leave you,
you just turned away.