His Wounds

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10453
United States
40° 51' 5.7132" N, 73° 54' 55.4652" W

A little girl watched her dad prepare for work

Listening intently to his sturdy steeltoed boots bang the floor,

as he shoved his calloused feet into them.

Watching as he buttoned his denim shirt with so much precision,

he never missed a single button.

She realized he got ready with such determination.

He left for work before the sun was up to say, "Hello!"

 

When he got home, he ran inside

picked her up and spun her around.

Though his was blackened like night from work, 

neither cared.

He worked everyday from the break of dawn to the dusk of night.

His hands so dry and cracked that they would bleed,

leaving the little girl to bandage up his wounds.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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