Green fresh cut grass, I can still smell it. If your out walking & smell the grass been cut it send a shiver through my spine and a smile on my face, of how the simple things in life smell so good.
Running down the stepping stones, between the freshly cut lawns daisies around our legs, to get sweets you just bought us, reaching up to try and get them but your so high up in the lorry, at four we can't reach you, and how many times did we trip up running to meet you at the end of the stepping stones. We both ended up with cuts on our forehead, but you always looked after us.. All these years later we still have the scars on our forehead, as I always said they are start of the Track Marks to my Soul.
I had a dream recently that you walk-in the door one day as weird as you knew nothing of the last twenty five years. Were where you? Who were you with? Why did you leave us? The questions are endless…But you sit their so quite looking around at space, your asking your self how you got here, it just a dream Daddy.
Daddy the last twenty five year has been amazing, I have had lots of good times, sad time, weird times, angry times, but I would not change any of the twenty five years since I last saw you...
Who would have ever thought that their was a exercise call the lawnmower, and as my client and myself pick up the weight and quickly pull it up like you would if you were starting a lawnmower hard through the movement, laughter in the air, smiles on our faces, and feeling the muscle deep in our back working, my heart has just broke once again, just for a split second, but you know the feeling only to well, love and heart break all mixed up together., if you look deep enough in to the back of my eyes you will see the sadness of the haunting of the lawnmower.
Most days while I going through my day I here this exercise being used and it brings me back to the 30th September 1985 how things could have been so different if you had decided to do something different that day..
The bright sunny day just after lunch you wave Mammy of to work, Jessie barking in the grass at her ball, who would have ever though that this was the last time she see you laughing and joking.
As you quickly pull up starting the lawnmower, laughter in the air, a smile on your face Daddy who would have ever thought this day 30th September 1985 was the end of your life.
The lawnmower took you from us that day Daddy.
R. I. P
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