fear not, my father

my grief held me gently as we transformed into this poem

may it be a gift to us all - a soothing balm bringing us into love

nera and their dad with a recumbant stone

death has followed us for years now

an underlying thread in conversations

tears and fears of what comes next

the catch in your voice as you say you want it to find you

you hear it's slippered feet

sounds beyond my hearing

hands and legs shaking

broken sleep and weatherd heart

your memories wandering away

to a place i cannot reach

but fear not, my father

we can be brave together

i'll hold your hand this day & age-

beside you tho we are years apart

i loved you yesterday

i love you now

i'll love you still when your ghost

reads me stories in the dark

until my eyes close and

we can wander starlit paths

in woodlands rich with deer and bluebells

do you see that furry white shape in the distance?

she's waiting for us both

a poem written using green ink in nera's journal

with love

an email from nera's dad thanking her for sharing the poem