Everyday dreams

at five to five every morning
my alarm screams
it howls
shakes the house
frightens the dawn
wakes the watchman
who waits impatiently
ringing the doorbell
with a screaming finger
in my dreams
the alarm is turned off
the door is opened
the key given
the gate unlocked
things are as they were
I sleep through it all wonderfully
till my mother’s gentle voice wakes me
I turn off the alarm
and begin my day
with the realisation
that I cannot have my father back.

Life is pretty good

Spending time with my parents is my idea of heaven right now. I just walk into their room for no reason, and when they look a question at me, I make up something inconsequential to ask them. The truth is, I'm in their room because I just love being able to walk into the next room and see them. Of course, when I return to new city that is now becoming-my-home-almost-but-not-quite tomorrow morning, I will be back to missing them. But still, right now, I'm not. I have missed both of them so much. And knowing that my father's tests have cleared him for another six months is such a relief. Also touched base with my own surgeon and he has cleared me for two years. So as you can see, life on the whole is pretty good. I love my life. I love my family. I love my job. And my blog.