21 April 2008
Daddy Time Capsule
This week's Weekend Wordsmith prompt this week was "Time Capsule". Hmmm... Odd. I had just been thinking about how hard it was for me to get a good clear picture of my dad in my mind. He is gone 29 years this month and honestly - only sensory memories remain: scents, flavors, hugs... so this poem reflects the fact that my time capsule mind is failing... the bu ilding in the picture is where we used to live. The thistle - well - I still have a hanky he brought me from Scotland with thistles stiched on it..
Sometimes scared to lose you to newer, fresher times,
You live forever in my heart - but are fading in my mind.
Old Spice, warm hug - some things are still clear.
But your voice and smile fading - things once so dear.
Rum raisin ice cream, melty, creamy-smooth
Reminiscent flavor transports me while it soothes
Smiles captured by light so many years ago,
Purple thistles neatly stitched on a hanky in a row.
No real way to keep you - no box, no lock, no safe.
Your untimely departure left my heart a waif.
My mind is the time capsule failing at the task
Keeping you forever is, it seems, too much to ask.