by mgirl

For nights he has been invading my dreams. Sometimes appearing to drag me back to my younger years, other times making me feel like it is only yesterday. Always I am awakened with my heart racing, wondering why. Will I ever be able to forgive him for leaving, after all these years? In the darkness of my bedroom I can wake up and turn over, and eventually he disappears again. In my heart he will always exist and have a connection to me, a haunting stain always reminding me that he is my father.


mgirl, whose full catalog is here, loves to read and write, and does both in Canada.


quin browne said...

amazing how no matter what, the ghost remains.

well done!

Joe said...

A haunting and evocative six. well done.

David H. said...

Wonderful. At first I was carried along with the power of dreams. Now you have me thinking of something much more tangible: the power of fathers.

mgirl said...

Thanks so much for your comments quin, Joe and David.