Thick Rimmed Glasses

You look handsome in those thick rimmed glasses,

White shirt with denim buttons,  blue jeans,

 Early forties, I would say,

You are leaving to catch a train,

Like you always did,

When your leave was over...

You are happy,

I sulk,

You’ll be gone another six months,

That’s the part ingrained in the head,

Where you laugh, joke, tickle us to death,

And little brother and I vie for your love,

It’s different world,

To which I often return,

Your presence changes the equation,

It fills the dark patches with colour,

It makes me want to get better,

To recreate the old magic of innocence and laughter.

But just as in life,

In the dream too,

You must return,

The father and child chapter,

Doesn’t run in too many pages,

The villains of our story,

Death, disease and darkness,

Have little patience...