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.
