I Rememeber Dad

I remember , How your lips caressed your cigar , Like a woman being held around her waist ,with soft arms of assurance . How you paced yourself perfectly , taking a breath every three puffs. Easing your cigar from your lips ,kept safe by the hold of your Thumb and your index , while the smoke from your mouth and nostrils, set free and flirted with the immediate air . And how the Ash from the tip ,broke off like a diver falling from a cliff, But your cigar kept alive by a long inhale and a steady exhale before it slowly became estranged . Then you repeat the process. oh how I remember.