Road Trip

A poem I wrote to read at the end of the eulogy I did for my dad a couple weeks ago. I will miss him.

By day we travel quickly to the banks of the river grand and step lightly, knowing

The fish will be there and you will tell me to watch my damn pole and quit fidgeting

By night we travel carefully and listen to Six Days on the Road, the smell of axle grease overpowering

Home is just around the corner and sleeping in our own bed pulls us ever onward, dozing

In death you travel unencumbered, the days work done and if not, so what

Your shadow lives on and builds bridges that connect the hearts and minds of those left behind

Reviews

[Donna]

That was really beautiful! Losing a father is so hard. I lost mine 4 years ago. I am truly sorry for your loss!

[Beccy]

Such a loss is terribly hard to bear; but this is a spiritually uplifting poem nevertheless, the last line especially so.

Beccy.

[barleygirl]

WOW! WOW! And WOW! I am stunned by your ability to put this into such a tight & artful package! I love the quick running narrative, summoning visuals & other intense memories to pique all the senses. I'm sorry for your loss . . . & thank you for opening your tweaked heart for us to see & feel you even better (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Crowley]

Thanks Margie, I remember coming home from working on a job with him in Farmington new Mexico and there was f-gallon bucket of axle grease or tranny oil on the floor board and it smelled horrendous for 400 miles...lol. Thanks for the read and the wishes!!!

[barleygirl]

Being a country girl, many of the guys I hung out with drove old jalopies with a similar stench . . . I know it well! PPPP-UUUUUU

[barleygirl]

This detail was my favorite one . . .

[θεά]

A lump in the throat inducing, heartfelt ode to the paternal figure whose watchful gaze will never elude his son. The memory of a fishing trip, the quaint journey together with its imperfections seem all too vivid. The culminating lines are emotional and for the first time, in a long time, one has trouble expressing herself.

This has moved me.

Be strong.

Best,
M.

[Crowley]

Thank you so much...your review is lovely and appreciated!

[DIVYA]

A great poem, a fine example of showing rather than telling. You brought your reader a piece of the life you experienced with your father and I could feel his essence in your words. This makes the poem an awesome tribute to your father. Appreciated very much...

[Crowley]

Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it!

[DIVYA]

It was a pleasure! :)

[Tate Morgan]

i am so sorry to hear you lost your father .I lost mine aswell two years ago and like you had to eulogize him. I hope you find peace in the coming days.

[Crowley]

Thanks Tate, good to see you man!!!

[Tate Morgan]

You too Crowley

[Perdition]

With much respect, a wonderful tribute as I can't even fathom the weight. I imagine through this you have caught one magnificent marlin or perhaps a simple cool drunken tan. Either way a hard memory graciously shared. Thank you for that.

[Crowley]

Thank you, the cool drunken tan is more like it lol. Thanks for coming by!!!

[Kelly Scheppers]

What a profound piece, Crowley. I'm sure your every word must have been felt in your throat as you read it. What a treasure of a keepsake to honor his memory!

[Crowley]

Thanks Girly Q!!! Yeah...every word of the eulogy was that way. I can be an emotional little flower sometimes.

[Kelly Scheppers]

That has to be a most difficult thing to do. My respect and deepest sympathy.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Im sensing a pattern here Cee. I cried on Friday and now you got me doing it again.! Darn it you, you gotta quit writing these killer poems that bring me closer to life!!!!!

[Crowley]

I promise I will write something happier.... pinky swear!!!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Just so the tears and the smiles balance out :)

[wordman]

i guess we never forget but time will mellow

[Crowley]

For sure, thanks man!!!!

[wordman]

you`re welcome