! Sonnet 59 For Dad

I'm thinking, Dad, that soon, maybe, we'll meet; at least, that's how it seems from what I hear; the info's not at all clear on this point: like, where exactly; and what will I wear, and shall I bring you something; if so, what? I'm not too easy, Dad, about all this: like, am I sure to find you in that lot? And, will we treat each other like - we did, or as we should now (God knows how you'll be...) : and, will we need to talk about past pain? ('cos that's what's really, really bugging me...) : or can we wipe the slate clean, start again? Dad - were you proud of me? You never said... Dad - love you; are things better, now you're dead?