And I Recall
and I recall
dad's work shed to this day
the scent of wood and dust in the air
cobwebs in corners and crooks
sun flooding in through windows
his scarred and scored wooden work table
with the countless tin cans of nails and screws
dad working on a new plan
his coffee cup forgotten and ignored
I would bring him flowers
precious dandelions, buttercups and daisies
which he would place in a dirty container of some sort
smiling, he would lift me up to sit beside him
we would ponder his scribbled sketches
oh, the grand ideas he had
I still have those doodles and outlines
and the lazy afternoon would pass
for me and dad
later we would sit on the rusty porch swing
side by side, just swinging
I would hold his hand so tight
like I never wanted to let it go
but, God had a plan
written in the book of destiny
and who am I
to question what is written by God
so, I had to let go
but today, I sure am missing dad
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March 30, 2020 (Edit April 14, 2013)
Poetry/Free Verse/and I recall
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1240-086-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Strand Choice U
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
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