DAD’S BLUE BANDANA
Going through my dear
Departed Dad’s stuff
I came across an old
Faded blue bandana
Everywhere he went
He always carried one
He’d often use it to blot the sweat
From his brow and sun burnt neck
Sometimes he place it across his face
To filter the smoke from his lungs
Whilst fighting grass fires
That rolled across our farm
His faded blue bandana
Was his handkerchief and napkin
And he used it often to wipe
The dirt from his large callused hands
Sometimes it was a sling
For wild grape or blueberry picking
But what I remember most of all
Is how he used that blue bandana
When I was sad, or got hurt from a fall
To gently dry my childhood tears
This bandana was unwashed
And the scent of my father
Still clung to the cloth
I’m going to keep that old rag
And carry it with me to my grave
And when I enter heaven
I’m going to give it back to my dad
With the hope he’ll use to dry my tears
Just like he did when I was a lad
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Hey KIMMY!!......this was an Awesome read!!.......so VERY relatable to all who are fortunate enough.....your memories of him painted beautifully......through the use of an object as the paintbrush.......poetically creative as hell!!.....LOVED this.......PINNED this one my friend!!......wanna show this to a friend!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?☀✴✳
Thanks Tone, I'm humbled.
Hello Kimmy...
Great memories...
Maybe, he wanted you to have it...
He could have come and taken it...
Maybe, he knows you would bring it to him just in case...
Beautiful write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
I do plan to return it to him.
I was very lucky to have such a wonderful man as my father.
Hi Kimmy This is a beautiful poem so
heartfelt, A loving tribute to your dad
Thank God for wonderful memories
Great write!
Best wishes Debs
Thanks Deb, your words make me feel special.
Beautiful, so touching and heartfelt x
You did what onions do to my eyes!
So hard when a parent dies I dread
the day; this was very meaningful poetry.
Best wishes to you Kimmy.
LuV from Jai:)
Thanks Jai.
I was very fortunate to have such a wonderful dad. He was not only a father, but my best friend. We worked together for more than 20 years.
A robust man, he was picture of strength till his finale days. He asked me to help him ease back into his recliner. I was holding him steady as he sat down. When his head flopped on my shoulder. He literally died in my arms.
Never does a day go by that I don't think of him.
That's a bond forever treasured Kimmy,
your closeness the epitome of what a family relationship can be; treasured memories!!
Was his passing recent?
About ten years ago, but it seems like yesterday. Thanks so much for your kind words.
Lovely. I see my parents getting older....and I am afraid of the phone call on some Tues. afternoon of their passing. I am grateful for their influence and love. The ending of your piece is a wonderful image of giving the blue hankie back to your father.....Thanks! JCG