Day 25
Brasso
For
memories of not so long ago
Numb fingers from polishing brass
The Brasso smell lingers on my fingers
to be washed by Grandmas touch
In the garden with Granddad
gardening weeds and tying stems
Compost worms found near the ground
Grass knees that never came clean
Fish and crinkly chips dunked in sauce
watching Hong gong phooey on the box
Granddad knows the words he’s heard
them most days.
Numb fingers from polishing brass
The Brasso smell lingers on my fingers
to be washed by Grandmas touch
In the garden with Granddad
gardening weeds and tying stems
Compost worms found near the ground
Grass knees that never came clean
Fish and crinkly chips dunked in sauce
watching Hong gong phooey on the box
Granddad knows the words he’s heard
them most days.
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