Father’s Day
His hand curled around a dime,
challenging me to pry open
each finger one at a time.
His workman’s hands,
all bruised and rough,
were iron claws
I struggled against.
The dime, a fortune’s worth
of candy in the 1950s
when penny candy
was still just a penny.
But it was not the dime,
it was the time with him,
grasping his hand,
using all my strength
to please him.
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What a beautiful tribute! So well written. (And thanks for the penny candy memory.)
Thank you!
This is wonderful.
love this Geri So many memorable images Strong work, girl!