He held my hand protectively,
rough, calloused so deeply
that hard days dirt had settled
in wood tattoos telling the story of his life.
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He smelt of old-fashioned soap
army clean with shiny boots
beneath worn coveralls doused in oil.
( )
Look up,
the earth has a blanket
( )
billions of ice crystals in nimbus
concerto. Snow, heading our way
in an overture of delighted expectancy.
( )
To a child’s eyes, the dragons danced
crocodiles snapped, ships sailed, witches flew
and unicorns existed in those majestic peaks.
( )
That night,
wrapped up in flannelette,
Watching the clouds fall to earth
I dreamt I was warmed
by that same foamy blanket
as I fell asleep in dads arms.
Musings and Smatterings 
WOW….. Keep up the good work cause this was really great!!!
This is lovely, like a snuggly blanket;)
Just what I was aiming for! I need to DM you I haven’t forgotten!
Touching and beautiful, Shan.. Methinks you’re on a roll 🙂
It’ll stop during exams, I can see it coming. Best to keep them rolling for a while whilst I can non? 😉
This is just poetically so beautiful … your imagery is delightful, Shan … superb! 🙂
This is so wonderful Shan, it takes me straight back to being a child, to cloud watching and snowflakes falling. Seeing dragons and unicorns and whole worlds I would create out of my imagination. But I particularly like how you talk of a father and daughter. Love it 🙂 x
Love the memories and warmth of falling asleep in our father’s arms ~
smiles…it is lovely to fall asleep in that safe place…i love that you rbought out his smell as well…mine is centered on that too as that is where many of my early memories reside…or its a marker for them…nicely penned ma’am
Very nice indeed…such a gret notalgia in this and definately capturing a child like view…its funny, but maybe its only as adults, and looking back at how we were, and the things we thought about as children, that we really get it…really understand our connections with our parents
That’s sweet!
Yes, the safe place…but my fav is the childhood imaginings…dragons, witches, crocks etc. Magical in the best possible way.
oh what a wonderful warm and beautiful memory…a bit of magic in these childhood memories…
you touch a lot of the senses with this piece
lovely poem 😉
A lovely piece…sleeping in the safety of your father’s arms… magic 🙂
A place of safety from the storms – I remember running to my parents for that in the midst of a tropical night-time downpour – that’s something many (most?) adults seem to have lost as they have grown up.
this is soooo lovely!
♥