I walk around my Dad’s Gravely
To smell the action
The intent
The purpose
It lingers though he isn’t there.
The tractor had been neglected
For a while
Too hard anymore
At the cemetery the grass was overgrown
A friend without being asked
Mowed around the gravestone
To make it right for the last pass.
In his time, the cemetery was never uncut
The Gravely ran hour on hour
The trimmers mounted up
Over the years.
I resurrected the old Gravely
It having a lot life left in it
That Daddy couldn’t tap
Toward the end.
When my Mom died,
Daddy asked
What will we do
Now?
I couldn’t think
But I did say
I don’t know
But I guess it’s ours to do.
And so it is as I walk around Daddy’s Gravely
To smell the action
The intent
The purpose