A poem about grief

I saw a film once

And though I was only wee

I knew how great it was

How beautiful, how magical

The setting and the music

It made me want to see more

It made me feel special

My dad took me to this film

That wasn’t aimed at children

So I was like a little grown up

(Good grief I was precocious)

And it was a thing we could talk about

Instead of feelings

I saw a film once

When I was a teenager

I saw it with my dad

It took my breath away

It made me think

That I knew how love would be

And my dad and I

Saw it again

And again

And many times after that

It was our thing

Our bond

The thing we could talk about

Instead of feelings

I don’t know if I can watch it now

It makes me miss my dad