My Father

My Father

 What if I were to die today?

I dreamt I saw my father

Tall and gaunt

Wearing his old MacKinlay kilt

Too long for him

A shroud maybe?

He looked at me at first,

But when I moved forward

He wouldn't come near me

Or

Look at me!

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