The rose petals stain my fingers with the rusty color of old blood. I will always be full of grief because you are gone, but I can still hear your gentle voice in the wind chimes. I will leave a gentle kiss on your forehead in my dreams and perhaps that will be enough.
For Father’s Day, my siblings and I got my my father all the cheeses listed in the lyrics for Cheese Alarm by Robyn Hitchcock. He appreciated his gift and proceeded to enjoy all the tasty cheeses.