I find his photos floaIting  in the air.

I find your photos floating  in the air.
They land without  permissiom where they please
On the kitchen work top,down armchairs

A visitor may  find at least a pair
They arrive as if you long to tease
I find your photos floating  in the air.

My lost or hidden feelings  still  seem bare
I cannot take it in, he is deceased
By the kitchen work top stands his chair.

I must have dropped a folder over here
From  my mind I cannot find release
 I find his photos floating  in the air.

I write a poem about him on a pier
My sister tidies as her husband  cleans
From the kitchen work  to my chair

I am psychic, I see things  not here
I saw his death arriving   by a wheeze
I find his photos floating  in the air.

Father, husband, sister how death starved
All the people closest I’m deprived
I find your photos floating  everywhere
I feel both joy and sorrow  with deep care