Four Years Without my Father

Remembering Tom - 6th in a 30 part series

Four years without my father, and not a day goes by

that I don’t still think of you, and want to call; that I don’t wonder why.

For years without my father, growing up and growing old

I feel you near, it comforts me, in times of solitude.

Four years without my father, as the layers peel back –  slow

each year there are more questions, and yet somehow, more I know.

For years without my father, my mother raised us on her own

times with you were precious, and how the time has flown.

Four years without my father, kids are fabulous and growing fine

if you could only see them, your expression would be divine.

For years without my father, most holidays apart

now searching to find meaning and fill the holes in my heart.

Four years without my father, what reminds me of you?

The taste of bourbon,

a whiff of tobacco,

palm trees and, 

the sky when it is blue.