I Suspect He Knew: A Poem

One thing

I think is a shame

is that he didn’t know me

as a poet.

For if he had,

we could have had a chat

about the index cards

he kept tucked

in his front pocket,

pen close by

And we could have had a laugh

about whether they were all really

to-do lists

and people’s names,

important facts and figures

Or whether an

occasional phrase

that hovered

between the now

got through

I only wish

I had started

writing poetry

when he was here.

Somehow,

I suspect,

even if it wasn’t happening

to me yet

and my writing was different than his.

Somehow,

I suspect

he knew.

This is an excerpt from Laurie’s book Leap With Me: A Creative Path to Finding and Following Your Creative Voice.

© 2020 Laurie Smith. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Barbara Smith.

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  1. Greg Smith says:

    This is beautiful Laurie. I miss your Dad so much and often think about him. He always had a way of speaking that brought you into his soul that was calming and which I could always listen to without ever being distracted. I loved going to his church just to hear him speak and tell stories. When I close my eyes I can still hear him…Hope you and your family are staying healthy and safe..xo

    1. Thanks so much, Greg. It’s always so wonderful sharing memories with others who remember and loved him too. Hope you are staying safe too. Big hugs to all! xo