For Jan

How beautiful this father,
that watched you watching
his sleep.
His arms enfolded you.
He held your needfulness.
Your longing
that he come back,
that time go away,
that there be no door between you.
There is purity in the love of a father.
There is purity in the love of his child.
The universe does not forget.
We return to the people we love.
Your father will appear again,
as if you never parted.
His eyes are young
in the city of heaven.
Only for a moment, dear girl,
will your sleep be troubled by sorrow,
the passing of a storm in summer.