That House

My father.
My dad.
He is no more in the house of my mother.
He is no more available on the phone.
His body is in town.
His soul is with God
and with old loved ones
that died before him...

His voice is within me.
His memory will stay alive.
Remembering the kindness,
the unconditional love.
Remembering when he layed beside me
telling me stories
when I was a little girl.
Remembering our little constructionprojects.
Remembering his encouragement.
His good intentions...

And it seems very, very possble
we WILL meet again.
A very fine thing to believe!