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Grandfather

The 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 MsTarantism 18-21, F 3 Responses Jan 5, 2013

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it was touching, sad, invoked emotions of anger....good job

Thank you good sir.

I've often said I feel the need to wash my hands after writing verse.

Maybe you can understand that feeling.

All too well, believe me. All too well.

This poem really saddened me.. It momentarily put me in your shoes as a young innocent child. You should write more....

I write a lot- just don't share too often. It's a big step for me.

You should take those steps... Be selective at first and don't be afraid of criticism...
Good luck...

Thank you- criticism is far from what i fear:)