I visit your face in my dreams,

Those green eyes look in mine

And we are no longer apart,

The love from you, locked within my heart.

I talk to you in my dreams,

You reminisce on your youth

How your Mum brushed her hair,

Braided at night, a bun by day with flair.

I see you in my dreams,

As you throw your leg over your bike

Off on errand or to the shop,

That was a ritual you were sad to stop.

I hear your voice in my dreams,

Your jokes, advice and hearty laugh,

The lectures with a wagging index finger

I don’t want to wake up, I want to linger.

I hold your hand in my dreams,

Mine once small and lost in yours,

It grew been held in yours, often,

A feeling that always made my heart soften.

When I wake from my dreams,

It is in happiness from a night well spent,

Then the heartache reappears when

I remember Dad, that you are no longer here.