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Looking Back
It has been over five years now since Dad passed;
Memories are triggered, then are fired to my heart.
Warm melancholic sensations wash over my soul;
Tiny little things, trivial to most, have me looking back.
My eyes still glisten when I think of that fateful day;
Yet there are other memories that simply bring me joy.
Orange soda is now my favorite drink, it was his as well;
The smell of rich pipe tobacco has me looking back.
After cancer began taking him down that rocky road;
He gave me a pet name, never spoken before, or after.
He would softly call me “Shred” with a gentle smile;
This echoes in my ears whenever I am looking back.
Joy, sadness, life must go on; memories by the millions;
Like the ghosts of a now past time, my thoughts dance.
A smile crosses my face this morning, a tear in my eye;
Never surrendering this experience, I love looking back.
13Jul10
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