hammer, screwdriver, matches

June 16, 2007

Dad was often a car
or washing machine
with arms –

to which I handed
a tool,
or a pack of smokes.

Posted in family, Father's Day, parenting, Poetry, son, when I was young | 2 Comments »

2 Responses to “hammer, screwdriver, matches”

  1. chughes Says:

    June 17, 2007 at 8:50 pm

    Poignant and clean.

    Reply
  2. qazse Says:

    June 17, 2007 at 11:19 pm

    thanks Christine!

    Reply

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