Poems

Father

I hope to meet you after death, up in the stars forevermore, 'cause I never wanted to say goodbye and I still have so much to tell you. You woulda loved my girlfriend, Mum says you would've winded her up like you did to her, but I like to think you two would have such deep conversations; like I did when I first met her. You're still on my mind, brother's and Mum's. You never died in our minds.

I might as-well tell you what I want to for the moment, in this:
* Mum got a tattoo with your handwriting, a red rose in theme of Beauty & The Beast.
* I never came out to you because I was scared of your Roman Catholic beliefs, but I'm pan-romantic, greysexual. I have a beautiful girlfriend, we've been together two years and I wish she got to meet you.
* Daniel still calls himself a Daddy's boy, he talks more, was this how he was with you?
* I've been working at a cinema for four years now, yes I get free tickets. I miss the fact that I started this job after you died because you would've used my rewards to the brim. I've still got your black cinema themed shirt, it no longer fits but I can't let go of it.
* I finally passed my driving test at 26 with only three minors, it's just automatic but I've drove on the M25 and A13. Mum's taught me how to pay taxes and take it to the garage with two cats on the front desk.
* We're still living in that same house, I had a nightmare you died here instead of hospital. you kept saying your last wish was to go home, they said you were getting better but then it all changed, seeing you like that made me cry so much.
* We've got new cars, a red Ford Fiesta for me and Mum, a black Mazda. Your older ones were just too hard and too much money to almost constantly fix. You'd like them though.
* I've grown a liking to cameras like you did, I don't have a box of them like you did but I try to remember to take it almost everywhere. It's a Canon.
* We miss you.
How's the afterlife?