Daily Prompt: The Power Of Touch
Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you?
Whenever I touch the leaves of Eucalyptus tree, it brings back the memory of our home when my father was alive. The home which I left with his death.
My father was a friend to whom I could confide any happening in my small world. With his calm presence my troubles would fade away.
The tall Eucalyptus tree was planted by father. To me as a child it seemed to touch the blue sky above. It’s bark was pristine white. It would bloom with tiny buds and the evocative smell would permeate the air around. When you rubbed it’s leaf , it would leave the scent on your fingers. During Fall tiny acorns would litter the patio down below.
I have not seen it here in Houston, but back home whenever I come across it in anybody’s home, by roadside or in a park, it always brings back childhood memories of father and home.