Dad

He would come home from work,smelling of machine oil after a long day,

in his clothes were flecks of aluminum.

He hugged mom as he walked through the door,

as I placed myself between their embrace.

Learning love as a child,

knowing that it’s mystery that lay,

out there beyond my understanding.

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