Dad's Home | Elizabeth Howlett
- 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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