Dear Daddy.

 Dear Daddy,I’m getting old now, nearly as old as you,& I know you’re dead, any talk we dois in my dreams or in my head……. Last night you ran your hand along my faceasked me how I’m doing, if it’s too lateto be the father all girls expect, to be there sometimes, not on another flightto a far flung destination where you’reunobtainable: and your girlfriends hover. Dear Daddy, It’s been so many years and boys chase meas girls did you, I’m a walking replicaof extinct genes……. the same smooth skin and no grey hairthose undimmed eyes, but daddy nowyou seem younger than me…. when you visit sometimes dream to dream. Dear Daddy, It really doesn’t make any sensehow being dead you’re just the same,a figment of memory receptors in my brain…… all darling pilot and freedom fighter,mostly your own freedomI haven’t found mine…… Dear Daddy, You’re so young still………….