Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Soul Mate

I hear his
whistling tune
his footsteps
on the stairs

I see his
model trains
racing round
the track

I smell the
oil and sawdust
amidst his
basement tools

he taught me
of wild birds
and took me
out to farms

we wandered
his backyard
discoveries
for this child

he died when
I was young
but we have
stayed in touch