Memories Tucked Away

The ball caps all hung up in perfect rows of color
A closet full of jackets that match each outfit
Mostly green his favorite or camouflage to wear while hunting 
Tackle box organized perfect to bait and catch the fish
An album filled with memories of stories you would tell
The time you cast your fishing pole not gripping it well
Letting go it got away and floated drifting away like the big catch
Now we laugh and cry at the good ole days
The time you left your boat behind and drove back
To get it and mad as hell cause someone stole the motor right off it
Your hunting gear would still be there another story of the twelve point buck
If I had a quarter for all your jokes and tales I would be a millionaire 
But if I had a chance to bring you back we would have these chats once more
The poker games at holidays the cowboy movies on tv
We have a photo framed you showing off with a stringer of catfish
We miss you pop there’s an empty spot on the sofa saved just for you
In your memory we still listen to the blue grass mountain music on Saturday night
With all your illness the heart the Parkinson’s and that damn Cancer
You had a full life and you put up a good fight
Each photo from the marine corp to wedding day to holding babies
Just tucked away and on display
Pieces of you are all around remembering you day after day