Death is nothing at
all,
I have only slipped away into the next room
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me
Let my name be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was:
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of your mind, because I am out of your sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near, just around the corner.
Play, smile, think of me, all is well.
for my Late Father........
