Dad’s Old Red Truck
Sentimental Senses
I remember the smell of his old Chevy truck
Tasted the oil as it burned in my eyes
Saw the smoke rise, as he threw it in gear, he always smiled and acted surprised
I remember how exciting it felt, when he leaned over and gave me the keys
I can still hear him yelling, “drive safety,” to me, hard to believe he’s been gone almost a year
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Comments (6)
I love the nostalgia in this. Well done, my friend. 🤗
Beautiful way to remember someone. Loved the poem!
This is one way to always remember a special memory.
Very poignant love it
Such a great piece Kelli
Some lovely memories there