Walking with ghosts in snow

Walking in the snow this evening
I could feel my father's ghost
treading lightly behind.

Funny how the stillness
will echo your thoughts.

My father left me 2 things outside of a name:
A worn copy of Brave Men
and a lighter from his days in service.
One to light the darkness
and another to steel the heart
on these cold days of ice and snow.

And on this walk,
I wonder how he could've been so wise
as to know all the things I would ever need.