GrandfatherThe coarse odor of cigarette smoke and clouds of man perfume was your trademark,
my deepest childhood memory.
The smell of sour sweat and liquor stood by you every time.
How I loved it when you picked me up, fragile fingers at your prickly neck.
How I loved to kiss your barbed cheek, barbed as a balltlefield.
How I loved you then, when I was young.
How old must one be to fathom right from wrong,
how young could I have been to handle you yet still stand strong,
Some people do not want to, some people never learn.
You’ll never comprehend that you have caused me so much pain.
The vulgar odor of cigarette smoke and clouds of vile perfume was your trademark,
my sober childhood memories.
The smell of sour tears and liquor stands by me every time.
How I loved it when you picked me up, fingers round your ripened neck,
how I loved to kiss your barbed cheek, barbed as a balltlefield.
Today I know the reality
and today I understand;
now I’ll never return to your battlefield,
not without a weapon in my hand.
MsTarantism 18-21, F 3 Responses 7 Jan 5, 2013