Smoke Rings

Smoke rings ring my Father's song
Like floating stanza's
Of years now gone
With forted form
They levitate
Then slowly
Mistily
Dissipate

Author's Note

When I became a caregiver, my first client was Daniel, he was a 65 year old gentleman with advanced dementia caused through AIDS. I learned a lot about love then, and also how to share oneself to bring a more bearable existence for the terminally ill. I sang, danced, told jokes, cooked and I made sure Daniel didn't feel alone in his struggles. I also learned to speak Danielese.. Due to the dementia a lot of what Daniel would say came out fragmented, Daniel would call it "losing the thread".
Anyway, one night while watching one of many of Daniel's Classic movies( I was a smoker at the time, no more!) I started making 'Smoke Rings' while smoking. I noticed Daniel delighted look on his face, what he lost in his verbal skills certainly was compensated towards his facial expressions..
I asked Daniel, why the look of awe? He told me the smoke rings brought back memories of his father, who also was a smoke ringer...