After Losing my Dad

it was like
how half way
through a day
I sometimes think
that I am still
wearing my hat
and somehow
it’s helping me
to hold my head
together,
and then I check
and it’s not there.
And even though
I now know it’s not
I keep on checking
again and again.


Tristan Moss

 
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Tristan Moss would be pleased to hear them.