Lunch With Father

[TheOnlyRedSmurf]

I dreamed I had lunch with my dead father,
he talked of this and that, and everything,
and even when hearing nothing told me something.

After the potato soup sprinkled with salt,
after the warm corn bread muffins with butter,
he told me secrets— it is important that that line is short, gives it emphasis and punch
how there is warmth under crusted snow;
how someone will always be waiting for me,
even the venders at a farmer’s market, this is a nice visual with a physical to back it up
the ones in straw hats who sell clingstone peaches
with all their promises of flavor;
but especially how the earth bears all things,
even my sadness.I love the last two lines they sound so melancholy

not a lot to add to my comments the flow and tempo are ok, perhaps room for improvement?