False isands newsletter 79

False 1998 A Father’s Dream A tidal wave of smothering sadness and piercing pain insanely intent on drowning comes crashing and engulfi ng by the blackness sight is seized and panic as grief clutches grasps until I see her as she leaps and dives and pays and beckons and smiles the unconditional never absent always present smile of deep and trusting love and I follow in my dreams comforted content happy with my little dolphin, Emma In memory of Emma Curry Buttons Till morning touches me I look, I gaze, the stars have buttoned the night to sleep. This beautiful jewel, the hostess in the sky hidden above the light, Stars dancing for me to reach, I’m so small, you so tall. How will I catch the softness if it falls. Olive - Ann isands newsletter 80