Geraniums and marigoldssmell like my Daddy's gardens
planted long ago and
by extension smell like him
within my memory.
Old Spice, spaghetti sauce,
a musty office filled with
books and graded papers,
ocean spray while watching
him attempt to body surf,
while I just try to keep my
footing in the undertow.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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