Dublin Ribbons
Decades curtailed
By a familiar aroma
Inviting me into a nostalgic
Picturesque memoir of my great grandfather
And his sweet, spiced tobacco pipe
Pearly white hair traces the rim of his
Black velvet fedora, perching his small frame
Deep set laugh lines marry a kind smile
His gruff voice ever bellowing a jovial raspy laugh
Smokey ribbons aswirl from his carved Dublin pipe
I wish I would’ve mentally seized
More details of him.
Time is a merciless thief
But this sweet smelling savor
I hope to never forget.
~ l.p.
Posted Nov 10, 2022, 10:33 PM UTC · edited
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