This brush reminds me of some things about you,
How you’ll brush your wisdom towards the front and made sure all of our shoe laces were intrinsically tied, how you would brush the flem off of us when we cried.
This brush reminds me of all the times you came and showed up to save our emotional lives, as we were eternally dying and knowing naturally we weren’t born yet you held us so strong as a father would do anyway.
Never reminding us we were different because you accepted the challenge to love us more than. Replacing the fatherless individuals who decided to give up on us.
The pain would temporarily subside because you allowed us to live free and creatively get by.
This brush reminds me of the times you’ll allowed me to experiment on your hair line, as if you believe I was made up of magic and I could do anything if I put my mind to it.
Your subtlety brought joy in our lives while you enjoyed kids being innocent and let our imaginations run wild.
You never once interrupted that.
How we would imitate our favorite wrestlers moves and you’ll sit back and laugh at our noticeably novice groves.
You allowed us to be free. Free from the pain and heartache that occurred upstairs. You freed us from feeling dismayed when rejected by our own. You freed us dad there’s nothing more to say.
So every time I brush my own hair with the brush you used,
I feel like I’m still apart of you.I still feel the same spirits we both caught in church together, the same feeling of you allowing me to sleep on your shoulder when life became boring for me.
The same feeling when you cried and told me how much you love me as a daughter.
The same feeling when you showed up at my basketball game and the same feeling of infinity.
Infinite gestures to indicate through everything I always had you to rely on.
What a hard day to go through where this is the day you celebrate your father and I have no one to turn to.
I love you so much dad and this brush, the only piece of physical memory I have, reminds me of you.