Hello Father
I caught sight of you
Reflected in that mirror in the lift
As I was rising up
From ground floor to six.

Funny that
It’s been so long since you died
And though I think of you sometimes
If I said it was often
That would be a lie.

But dream of you I did
Last night in the early hours before waking
You were sitting at the table
In a grey suit, looking smart
I said I like the haircut.

Funny thing
My love she says she is looking
More like her mother each day
I’ve seen her mother too
A look, a phrase, the way
She turns to look at you.

So has it come to pass
That my father and her mother
Are lovers just like us?