I close my eyes
and spin 3 times.
Say a nursery rhyme
and cross a stitch
In time
and hope and this time pray
(to a god I know I dislike, but I’m willing to try)
When I open my eyes
You will open yours.

So I can fit my hand in yours and feel that squeeze so tight
with your farm fingers crooked and skin weather beaten, by all weather types.
Feel the warmth of that Yorkshire heart, so knackered yet, still hanging in.

May than stubbornness you gave to us all, this time, do you some good
and bring back my dad, to the land of the living,
Please
Just see him through tonight,

Please like I’ve never said Please before.
Love you
Lollypop.