When I wear my Grandfathers’ clothes: it is a hug from the past.
I proudly wear the coveralls of one and the winter jacket of the other.
These Giants of my youth quietly surround me.
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When I wear my Grandfathers’ clothes: it is a hug from the past.
I proudly wear the coveralls of one and the winter jacket of the other.
These Giants of my youth quietly surround me.
A Father is supposed to know how to help his Daughter
He should know what to say
He should be able to make pain hurt less
He should….
Hopefully a hug is enough
Comforting as a hug in tough times
Could be a hand-held whisper “It is real”
as the tide changes…