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dad
by Blair Meeksit has been three weeks
since you left this world,
dad.
and we never really spoke much
to begin with, although i thought
of you
always.
i look at photographs now –
as a baby
you held me as if I was
as precious as diamonds.
it is hard to say goodbye
to a man that I barely knew
but i will always remember –
tickle monster,
you calling me loggerhead,
purple felt Crown Royal bags
filled with coins,
your smile
and the shape of your eyes,
the blueprint to the face
i see in the mirror.
i don’t know who i am
but i will always see you
looking back.
i love you.
07/26/2012 Posted on 11/25/2012
Copyright © 2026 Blair Meeks
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/25/12 at 02:28 PM *stellar* |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/25/12 at 03:42 PM ...blair, what sweet rumblings of your Dad...so clear the memories you do have, seemingly (from your words, not that many) but yet and still somewhat good ones. great write. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/26/12 at 02:35 AM I see from the date your dad has been gone several months now. My condolences. I'm glad you can focus on the good memories. "your smile
and the shape of your eyes
the blueprint to the face
i see in the mirror." - this is my favorite stanza. Thank you. |
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