A ghostly figure stands beside my bed
a vision of someone I thought was dead
I never thought I'd see them once again
and now there's a return to grief and pain
no matter it's my father standing there
and only back to tell me he still cares
and yet it seems surreal and complicated
he's been gone for so long, why has he waited?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem