Remembering Dad

She had a glimps of a man who favored her dad, longing to have him back it made her sad. Reminicing about the things that they once did, Memories flooding back that time had hid. She recalls his cologne how it smelled of Old Spice, or how they'd sit for hours giving out his advice. he'd hitchike to work to put meat on our table, Even on those days he just was'nt able. He loved his family with every breath that he took, with love in his heart and each stern look. He loved his children no matter what they did wrong, She has'nt seen his face, it had been so long. He's kept every weed or flower she had ever picked him, since he died her world grew so dark and dim. The weed that she picked for him he had placed in his pocket, like a buried treasure or a heartfelt locket. He like to fix cars and hang at the bar, away from his family he did not stray far. He often liked to laugh at his own joke, to protect his family he could easily prevoke. He's embedded in her memory as the years pass by, laying at rest with her mother is where his soul lies.