Papa

This poem is dedicated to my grandfather, who died on December 26, 2011, because of cancer. Miss you.

I can see him roaring down the road,

On his beloved Harley Davidson.

I can hear the click of the golf ball,

As he hits it out of sight.

I can smell the smoke of cigarettes,

That always clings to him.

I can taste the delicious steak,

That he cooked on the grill.

But the only thing I can feel right now,

Are the tears streaming down my face.