A wooden box.
A campfire.
A ten-foot-long canoe.
A teacup,
With a cloud of steam.
Reminding me
Of you.
A wooden box.
A slide rule.
A cabin with a view.
A sleeping bag.
A canvas tent.
A peeling birch or two.
A wooden box.
A dog leash.
An email, in all caps.
A notebook, full
Of digits.
Side-pockets, full of maps.
A wooden box.
A handkerchief.
A lazy Sunday drive.
A firm grip
On my tiny hand.
Suspenders. Pocket-knife.
A wooden box.
Some ashes.
A voice, as still as God.
How empty seems
This cluttered world,
Without you
At my side.
Copyright 2019 Andrea LeDew
Sweet poem. Is it okay that I laughed at the all caps email line?
Yup!
Lovely ?
Thank you, ellie!
What a beautiful tribute to the loss of a loved one. I really felt it. Your dad?
Thanks Liz. Yes. Sometimes simplicity is best.
Indeed it is.