Scenes With My Father

my earliest memory:

dad's semi-trailer
parked in the background
off the side of an empty road
he took us with, this time
hauling fruits and veggies
halfway across a continent

mom and I are sitting
by the campfire
a small clearing
in a sea of corn stalks

delicious corn on the cob
a pot of coffee sizzles
dad is using an ax
to split firewood
and feed the fire

a small splinter flies off
and injures him,
right under his right eye
and a rivulet of bright
crimson blood streams out

as I faint

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2795702-Trucking