Papa

I see him sometimes at the break of dawn,
In a half remembered dream,
With his favourite expression, so dear, so familiar,
If only, I could reach out and touch,
And tell, I miss him so much,
How time has flown and memories faded,
How a lifetime seems,
A lot less jaded,
To almost feel the texture of your being,
Your smile, the nicotine tooth,
In a half remembered dream...is real as only life can be.