I missed my dad So I bought his brand Of pipe tobacco Eventually, I also bought a pipe
I light up that pipe And smell the memory Of my father Floating around my head In whispy trails of years ago.
My dad’s dexterity with filling, tapping and lighting that pipe still elude me, but like an instructional YouTube video, I play and replay the memory of how he did it over and over in my head. I will get it eventually.