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murdershewrote2005
July 16th, 2010, 07:14 PM
Today,
that jolt of icy air
caught me by surprise
as I sat in the closet,
breathing in what remains of you
on your deflated, snap-down shirts.
I can still smell the gasoline and
motor oil from that last thing you repaired;
Those fingers that could fix the irreparable,
now still, yet,
I feel them on my shoulder
in the darkest moments,
when I close my eyes,
and wish
for one more day.

Gumby
July 16th, 2010, 07:58 PM
This is very touching and beautiful, I fully appreciate the sentiment here. Well done.

SilverMoon
July 17th, 2010, 05:04 PM
Your piece reached me very deeply because that's what I did when my mother died. Hanging onto what we have left of them.

You describe the scents very well. They are not presented often enough, in my mind, in poetry. Excellent job. Laurie

murdershewrote2005
July 17th, 2010, 06:08 PM
Thanks to you both. This was an emotional piece to write, and also the first thing I've written in a very long time.

wacker
July 18th, 2010, 12:30 AM
Well done.

This was a beautiful emotional piece of writing and well worth reading again... again... and again..

wacker