first

the
first
man
I
ever
loved
you
with the strong arms
calloused hands
made me laugh
giggle
safe
danced with me
sang for me
made sure I wore my seat belt tight
the
first
man
I
ever
loved

you
my father
dad

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  1. Martin ShoneOctober 07, 2011 12:10 PM

    Lovely poem, Trisha. My father left when I was 6, I've never known what you've written about, but your poem tells me what I missed.

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