Paint-flecked warm, worn hands loop around my back and pull me close.
I smell the fine film of gypsum which coats you,
and it smells like home.
I push my hands up-stream over your stubble,
up inside your hard hat where the hair is so coarse
I could be petting our terrier.
But the dog is out in the kennel, sulking, and you are here with me.
I delight in the abrasion of your kisses,
I'm enraptured by the honest lines of your face.
You yawn and lift your hat off to put it to one side
but I squeal, "Daddy!"
and the shiny yellow crown
slides down over my ears and eyes.
Your princess, delighted with her prize.
A contest entry
- Old Hat by ea.
500 points, ended November 14, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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My god, this is so beautiful.
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thanks x
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This is so cute and especially when it took a turn towards it being the daughter who is delighted to have her hard working daddy home, because I thought at first it was his wife. I like all the homely details like the hardhat being paint-flecked and warm, the man's stubble being coarse as the terrier's coat, abrasive kisses and the end delight of getting to wear daddy's hard hat as your crown. Thank you!
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Ta
Lost muself in this one a little, I want to be her! haha x
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wow
paternal stubble well stoked -
There you go! I like this, because you took it someplace real, as opposed to focusing on the hat it's self. You managed to make a lovely and powerful impact with this write. Very human, tangible, and packed with emotion. Well done! Good luck to you...
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