Saturday, February 9, 2008

Ironing Board Antique

February 9, 2004

Hello father.



Death is nothing, I'm just going into the next room.
I am me, you are you.
What I always have for you.
Give me the name I've always given.
Tell me how I've always talked about.
not use a different tone.
not have an air of solemnity or sorrow.
Continue to laugh at what made us laugh together.
smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be pronounced in the house as it always has been.
Without emphasis, without any shadow of sadness.
Life has the meaning of forever.
The wire is not broken.
Why should I be out of your thoughts?
Simply because they are out of your sight?
I wait for you. I'm not far away.
Just across the street.
I see you, all is well.

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