A Place Of Quiet Contentment

[Suetang]

I walk slowly through the door
And brush the cobwebs away
Your shed was once your refuge
A place you came to every day

The smell of cedar oil
And wood carved long ago
Your place of quiet contentment
Where your skills were put on show

I once watched you as you worked
Your hands were cracked and dry
Fond memories I now relive
As a tear escapes my eye

I inhale familiar scents
As I stand amongst my thoughts
You were a gentle man of peace
So many lessons you once taught

As I glance around your workshop
It is your presence that I miss
Memories come flooding back
As I stop and reminisce

[Kendall]

Wow, that's awesome.

[Suetang]

Hi Kendall

I'm always so very grateful for your comments, thank you.

Take care.......Sue

[Helga]

this is great, the last two lines are so good, this is one of your best!

but I'm curious, were you writing about some person you knew?

[Suetang]

Hello Helga

Yes, I was writing about my beloved father who passed away five years ago last Sunday. I find at this time of year I write a lot about him. He was a carpenter by trade and he died of asbestos cancer. Thank you for taking the time to read my words.

Take care.........Sue

[Helga]

I can relate to that, my dad died 9 years ago...

[Suetang]

Hi Helga

I'm so sorry for your loss and I can only hope that your writing brings you some comfort as I know it does for me.

Take care........Sue