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Something for Lynn (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
Your sky-blue satin robe
was my little boy blanket.
At a time when security
was a man on his way to prison.
Remember when i cut my finger
on that can of cat food
and you held my hand under
the sting of cold sink water?
It stands out big as a felled
tree, smaller then Red barns.
In the movie called my mind
I am sorry my father slept
with your sister trading
your heart for stale
banana nut bread under
a burnt out fridge light.
Thank you for being my
mother for a couple of
years, it helped.
That night you left my
part time father for good?
He let me sleep out in the
front-room with him late
and on the floor. We watched
the "Wolfman" with Chaney.
I fell asleep in my charming
father's hairy arms. The warmth
of his breath on my tiny neck
and his dominant smell of guarding
loomed throughout that boxed house.
While next to him I slept
almost like a baby. I knew then
why you and I loved him.
I wish he had felt the same.
Before the change took place.
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