Dad asked me, who are you? Mum kissed my forehead and cried with me.

There is no wholly secure space. I listened with intent and many expectations. Her voice kissed with a bang the start of my labyrinth journey. She told me not to count time when looking down. Watch the parade of ghostly floats.

Her voice
blessed me
bon voyage

On the main street of all I am in this time and space. I stood flag in hand waiting to cheer on the parade. The dizzy warmth of the sun seeped into my pores; it had to know I was nervous. Immediately I felt calm, ready and more importantly in the home of my make believe.

I knew without looking up, each float would hold the image I had always wanted to see, to live. And I was ready, really ready to see one float in particular; the one carrying my Father and me. I was ready, really ready to see my Father weep. I was ready, really ready to hear my Father’s words. I am ready, really ready to feel my Father holding me.

Even if only
in my make believe
down place
where ghostly floats
carry
the images of
how I imagined
it would have been.

Dad asked me, who are you? Mum kissed my forehead and cried with me.

Lisa  Jewell

Joined July 2007

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