Thread: Daddy's Coat

I was small,
so small that the wind would push against me
with enough force to pull me over.

He would come home after work
and the bitter wind would whistle in
when he opened the door

I would stop whatever I was doing
to run and greet him
and inhale the smell of that jacket.

My mother always complained
“It's so ratty, so old -”
But to me it smelled like daddy,
huge and warm.

I remember the day it was replaced
by a new leather jacket.
The old coat now hung
on the back of the mudroom door,

no longer so big and safe
without him inside of it.

It was only a green canvas,
full of holes,
no protection against the winter snows,
but as I slipped it on
I felt tall.

That was pretty awesome. Got me a little choked up.

Goodness, Damien, you've gotten really good at pulling the heartstrings. This is lovely. One nit, you missed the period is S2. One suggestion, the use of pull me over in S1 seems a bit of a stretch for me, perhaps only me. May I suggest knock instead of pull, it would lend to a bit of assonance. Thanks you for sharing this one, it made feel warm and toasty on a very gray day.

Best,
Lisa

Ah, daddy poems always get to me. Love this one, Damien.