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Dad's Home | Elizabeth Howlett

  • Writer: Tattoo Magazine
    Tattoo Magazine
  • Jan 20, 2022
  • 1 min read

My room would hum when the garage opened

Which meant that dad was home from work.


My little feet would scurry across patched up hard-wood floors

And I would dart into a cabinet for him to find me.


When the light streamed in from the door,

I would smell the scent of his scrubs,

And the prickles on his face when he hugged and kissed me.


Then I would laugh and run away

So he could find me again.

 
 
 

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