I stepped outside
And it hit me like a wave;
The smell of fresh dirt;
The forest floor and raspberries.
Right there on the cement
Surrounded by cars and buildings.
Heartfelt memories tugging.
A scent that cannot be duplicated by man.
I knew instantly in my heart it was my father,
Gone 20 years now.
I was taken back to childhood
Days and picking delicious raspberries in the woods;
Eating more than ended up in the bowl.
I composed myself and
Walked to my car.
Sitting in the front seat;
I turned the key to start the
And there was his song playing.
The one my siblings and I requested on the Radio station the day of his funeral.
I am glad he reminds me he is near.