Máirtín Stíobhaird Is Ainm Dom

Saturday, July 14, 2012

My Father's Coat

When I was small my father's coat was our duvet.
And it kept us warm.
And when his coat was on our bed it meant he was home from work.
And we felt safe.

I can still smell it.

5 comments:

mapstew said...
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Anonymous said...

Glad you're back. Angela, Australia

Macy said...

My dad smelled of JP Special and Brylcream and Old Spice!

I can still smell it :)

Pat said...

'Mind me keys!' Dad would say when I bounced on his lap.
He smelled of Players. He was lovely.

Falak said...

My Dad's specialty was his bedtime stories...