Simon Wilson

Unbroken Line

These days I find that I speak to my father far more than I ever did when he was alive, and the conversations range more freely than they did in life. It is a stage of grief that never seems to make it onto published lists – conversations with the dead. They start in my sleep, continue in my shaving mirror, and carry on in the car. There are so many things to say. One day the talking will cease. At that point, I suppose, my sons will start talking to me.

the ghost father
speaks softly
of my children and mistakes
I wake
and rub my eyes

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About the Author

Simon Wilson has been a poultry farmer, salesman, antique dealer, gardener, and instructor on a Care Farm. He now works in a coin shop and wishes he had tried harder at school.