My Father Never Visits My Nightmares
written by: Jemima Cohen
I rest in gentleness,
I am an open flower,
surrendering,
the wind moves me with such certainty,
I am washed clean.
The night fills with chimes,
dancing delicately,
a plum tree
sits
outside your
bedroom window,
do you find yourself
swaying
softly
with her rhythm?
Do you remember,
puddleduck,
how it used to be?
Fresh spring always finds you gently,
welcoming you with warmth,
as your father cooks you scrambled eggs.
A soft stream of golden sun honey,
the pavement is warm,
has the pavement always caught the sun this way?
I remember selling lemonade on the park bench,
a gathering of community to make a child smile,
sweet sugared lemon on my fingertips,
flow into my hair,
I dug my feet
into the ground,
My father,
inside,
breathing.
- My Father Never Visits My Nightmares - November 26, 2025
