He comes to me through scent of smoke,
with hurried beats, my heart evokes.
Though decades past, time is still,
the missing years, my heart does fill.
Memories and laughter pass through my mind,
Unsettled pasts, yet still I find,
Remembered moments which touch my heart,
Your scent of smoke reminds, we’re not far apart.
To you I gave concern, love and care,
Subtle reminders comfort, you are everywhere.
©D.G. Kaye – 2013
8 thoughts on “Ashes – Ode to my father”
Wonderfully worded and expressed. It’s amazing how certain scents can transport and connect us through time it seems. My father was a smoker, and though I’m not, from time to time I catch the scent of a Winston burning and think of him.
Thanks Ned! Yes, isn’t it strange the way people can sense their loved ones around them in different ways. Some smell, some hear, some see or feel. For me, the two most important people I have lost come by in scent; smoke and perfume. 🙂
I could think of worse scents 😉
Lol, let’s not! 🙂
very impressive and touching… my parents passed away years ago, RIP, I’ve been their only child and I miss them every day…
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my very best, tons of inspiration and a great week! Friendly thoughs, Mélanie
Thanks you so much Melanie! I wish you the same, a happy week and yes, it seems that no matter how much time passes, our loved ones still take up space in our hearts. 🙂
Ah, such lovely images of remembrance and grief. I feel the melancholy, longing and also love and beauty. Glad you had a father who received your love and concern. Thank you, D.G.
Thanks so much Elaine. Yes, in my book you will find how I always seemed to be the caregiver for my father. It is strange how we can relate differently to both our parents. Empathies that unfold because of the situations we live in. 🙂