My father called me from heaven

He had died a few weeks before
Sudden but not all that unexpected
When I was 6 months pregnant

I had to grieve in pieces
Jagged and small
To protect the helpless one inside me

I was dreaming that night
The vivid dreams of pregnancy
And I was expecting a phone call

But the person on the other end of the line
Was not who I expected
It was my father

He only had a minute, he said
And wanted to tell me he was ok
He had found his friends
And they were taking care of him
And that he could see me

Oh, I had so many questions
And so many apologies
But he told me he had to go
I begged him for
One more minute
And then he was gone

I woke up so suddenly
And ran into another quiet room
Choking sobs and so confused
My husband was convinced
There was something wrong with the baby

No, I told him
My father just called me from heaven
And I believe our son
Was just given his soul

In that tiny thread of time and across
The dimensions
He was there

And lo, these years later
When I see the twinkle in my son's eyes
And when he jokes, only to see me laugh
I am more and more convinced
That I was right

My father called me from heaven
And gave my son his soul