Morris hälsar på

Remembering

Morris visiting at hospital
Morris visiting at hospital

I long for gone times
when I walked out to meet you
as you towards the evening came home
in the driving school’s car
and you let me ”drive” the last meters
sitting in your lap.

I long for gone times
when a reporter from the local newspaper
made a photo of our family
at a walking quiz
and I was comfortably seated
in your back-pack.

I long for gone times
when you teached me to drive.
Your phrase ”the signal won’t get greener than this”
I’ll remember for ever
– a friendly joke.

I long for gone times
when you were always around
as a security
a warranty
that everything will sort out.

I long for gone times
when I from far away
helped you to
make friends with scanner and printer.

I long for gone times
where you, already in hospital
told me about your
army service.

I long for gone times
when we mounted a circus tent
and I learnt how darned heavy
the structural bars
of the spectators’ tribune are.

I long for gone times
when I joined you for a bus ride
among Enhörna and even smaller villages.

I long for gone times
When you were still alive.

Take care
Dear Dad!

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