Grassy Recollections

My last memory of my father.

Dew on the grass
from the early morning rain
sends a slight shiver down my spine
as I think of him.
The man I once idolized
yet now miss,
obsess over,
cry over.

I will always remember
getting ready for grade school.
The firm tug of him brushing my hair.
The film rolls on in my mind
when deja vu strikes and I think of how the park smelled
as we drove through it five mornings a week.

And on this day
as I sit on wet cement,
I can almost hear his infectious laugh
in the whispers of the wind on the grass.

Reviews

[Jasmine]

really beautiful, you've taken every day objects and routines and made them emotive and put your own feelings and personality into the poem. well done :)