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Papa

Camille Gebert, 2010

I was seven:
I would play on the
swings at the park like
we used to do together
pumping my legs
as fast as I could
dreaming I was a bird.

In these dreams:
I would soar through
the fluffy clouds
and fly through the sky
until I found you
in heaven.

In heaven:
it was dark and cold
and nothing was white
like I thought it would be
and all the angels
were quiet and sad.

We talked:
you said you
were lonely here and
I told you,
But Papa, there are so many
other angels around.

We played:
hide and seek in the clouds
but when it was your turn
to hide I couldn’t find you
until I woke up and realized
I was never really
in heaven.
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