My Father enjoying a bit of heaven on earth - photo courtesy of our family photo collection The smell Of an oxford shirt
Fresh from the clothesline
Reminds Me Of You
I close my eyes
As I breathe in Deeply
To Be With You
At the Kitchen table
Me with me OJ
You with your Cup of tea
Morning light Dances across Glassware
Flashing Brilliantly
Taking A picture
Framing the moment
In my memory
In Your Memory
The smell Of an oxford shirt
Fresh from the clothesline
Is Your Way Of saying
Hi I love you
And we'll meet again
Someday Down the line
Dedicated to my father who passed away 8-19-08
And so our year of "Firsts" without our Father
comes to a close on this day.
Peace - Rene 2009
And we'll meet again
Someday Down the line
Dedicated to my father who passed away 8-19-08
And so our year of "Firsts" without our Father
comes to a close on this day.
Peace - Rene 2009
Oh, Rene. How heartbreakingly sweet. I'm sorry for your loss. A girl needs her daddy.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny how Dad's have their own smell...and how wonderful it is when your a little kid.
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ReplyDeleteYour poem is beautiful. And I'm so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteA lovely tribute. It's amazing how the smell of a freshly laundered shirt can trigger a memory. Sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteRene,
ReplyDeleteA moving tribute to your beloved dad. From you, I would expect nothing less.
IB
I'm so sorry for your loss. At least the year of first has come to a close.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminded me of my own dad, gone these 29 years, right down to the cup of tea.
What a beautiful,loving tribute to your Father. I am sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteHugs~Felinae~
I miss my Dad too.
ReplyDeleteSound like we both had great fathers.
We're some of the lucky ones.
I'm sorry for your loss, but so glad for you to have had him, and to now have your wonderful memories, which you express so beautifully here.
He was lucky to have had such a loving daughter as well.
somber, sacred,
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Lovely, sugar...a beautiful memory to cary in your life's treasure box.
ReplyDeleteShade and Sweetwater,
K
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry about the loss of your father. Even after a year, I imagine you still feel the loss deeply.
So precise and so full of beautifully worded sentiment.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and poignant, Rene. I have always envied those who were close to their fathers. You have a treasure in that memory.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem Rene, I dont know what you feel right at this very moment sad, happy, angry who knows, but for you to share this with every blog reader in the world is the bravest thing you could have done. You cant help but feel like you are sitting right there next to you smelling the sweet smell of OJ and Tea. :)
ReplyDeletePeace to you too, I'm sorry you lost him. Your tribute is lovely.
ReplyDeleteIt's so sweet to see a daughter's dedication to her father. A healthy relationship there.
ReplyDeleteI just read Willow's blog and saw your comment. I'm glad you started blogging too. You are very creative, your poems incredible and your humour contagious.
BTw, i didn't realise it was born out of tragedy?
Read your poem this morning and thought of you through-out the day, Rene! I know you spent the day with family, reminiscing the good times and laughed over stories of your daddy...I just know it! And I remember your swatch of cloth...
ReplyDeleteRene, this poem is beautiful........ it speaks so clearly of your love for your father and his impact on your soul. I read your poem this morning and it has stayed with me all day.
ReplyDeleteIn loving memory of our fathers.
Ann
Oh, Rene, that was beautiful. Makes me miss my daddy all over again. Thank you.
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Poignant and wonderful.
ReplyDeleteStrangely enough, he could pass for a twin of my dad in his younger days...he has passed also.
How beautiful. That year of firsts is painful, isn't it. It's almost 14 years that I've been without my Dad. In some ways it gets easier and in others it doesn't.
ReplyDeletePeople say that the year of "firsts" is the hardest, and yet I'm not so sure. My father passed away over 2 years ago and I cried yesterday, just 2 days after his birthday, when a song came out of the blue and reminded me of him. We miss their presence, yet they are still with us in many ways. What a beautiful tribute and memory of your dad. Thanks for sharing.
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