By Lena Matthews, TIWP Students

I remember
The smell of wood dust in your shop
I remember
The glue and grime that always coated your hands
I remember
The cutting boards
The signs
The little gifts you always used to make
I remember
The football you used to love
I remember
Your stories of the Navy, the sea and the kitchen
I remember
The Christmases you used to love

I remember
The Thanksgivings, you, always at the head of the table
I remember you
I will always remember you
We will always remember you
forever