my father
has been gone
exactly a year today
and the memories of
his dying taste like chalk
on a parched tongue…
but the memories of his living
smell like mountain trout,
burnt cream puffs, chlorine
of pool where he saved me
from drowning.


A quadrille of forty-four words linked to dVerse poets.

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. janicead
    May 01, 2022 @ 20:05:28

    It leaves an empty place when one so near and dear crosses to the other side.


  2. SelmaMartin
    Apr 21, 2022 @ 06:58:15

    💗 keep the good memories alive. That’s what they’re for. Lovely. Be well, Lynn. xoxo


  3. Grace
    Apr 19, 2022 @ 20:12:17

    What a story Lynn. Sorry to read this but great capture of his life in a few words.


  4. msjadeli
    Apr 19, 2022 @ 18:49:49

    Condolences on this first anniversary of your father’s passing.


  5. ben Alexander
    Apr 19, 2022 @ 15:35:13

    I’ve no words for this poem, Lynn. I’m deeply touched.



  6. De Jackson
    Apr 19, 2022 @ 13:13:29

    Wow. This is so, so strong. I’m so sorry for your loss.


  7. artsandletters9
    Apr 19, 2022 @ 12:52:26

    What a beautiful, poignant expression in verse.


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