Scent of Our Past and Future


United States
41° 15' 0.414" N, 95° 29' 55.5252" W

My father reeks of leather and old books

I love to smell that scent while we tattle

Society may call us paranoid shnooks

But we know they are only mere cattle

No good times do I know of my young years

But I shove the bad memories away

As I enjoy his change with cheerful tears

Because I have waited long for this day

We keep our distance while we become close

For neither wants this healing bond to fail

We grow and we learn like a baby rose

But I still love that scent as I inhale

Although he seems like a stranger now

I joyously embrace my father’s vow


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741