22nd December 2021
It has been a year.
So much has happened.
But nothing for you to worry about.
We are well. Safe.
I remember the last time
we laughed together, with Mam,
before you moved into the home,
when you misheard ‘Father Christmas’
in the middle of a conversation and I said,
‘Hey Dad, where did that come from?!’
And you were well enough then
to chuckle deeply at your mistake.
I can still feel that moment’s joy.
We miss you.
Your kind heart. Your gentleness.
You used to say all that mattered
to you was our happiness.
And here it is this morning, the sunrise
tiers of rich turquoise and peach,
the moon still risen and gleaming.