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.
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A quadrille of forty-four words linked to dVerse poets.
a poem in my pocket 
May 01, 2022 @ 20:05:28
It leaves an empty place when one so near and dear crosses to the other side.
May 02, 2022 @ 18:17:49
Indeed…thanks for stopping by to read, Janice.
Apr 21, 2022 @ 06:58:15
💗 keep the good memories alive. That’s what they’re for. Lovely. Be well, Lynn. xoxo
Apr 21, 2022 @ 09:35:12
It is well with my soul…thanks.
Apr 19, 2022 @ 20:12:17
What a story Lynn. Sorry to read this but great capture of his life in a few words.
Apr 19, 2022 @ 21:59:30
Thanks for your comment, Grace.
Apr 19, 2022 @ 18:49:49
Condolences on this first anniversary of your father’s passing.
Apr 19, 2022 @ 21:59:54
I appreciate your kind words, Lisa.
Apr 19, 2022 @ 15:35:13
I’ve no words for this poem, Lynn. I’m deeply touched.
❤
David
Apr 19, 2022 @ 16:33:36
Thanks, David.
Apr 19, 2022 @ 13:13:29
Wow. This is so, so strong. I’m so sorry for your loss.
Apr 19, 2022 @ 16:35:28
I believe he lives on…in heaven and my heart.
Apr 19, 2022 @ 12:52:26
What a beautiful, poignant expression in verse.
Apr 19, 2022 @ 16:33:19
Thank you.