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For Poetry Challenge 2
He carries a whiff of diesel
Denim smeared, greasy to the touch
Beads of sweat cool on his sun baked face
Good shirts come home from the fields
With soft frayed holes and a scent of green
A sure thing to send Ma’s ire up
Added to the broken saucer and cup
The raggedy man,
A listener, a speaker,
Father mine,
A firm grip to hold my hand
A bawdy laugh,
That’s only his
Hot temper, quick wit
Raggedy man,
Wise, strong and safe
Soaked in worry
Caked in stress
Raggedy man, father mine
Don’t worry sir, for you I shall
Prick my fingers a million times
While I sew you up
With gratitude
And with love
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© Devina S.
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