To David: Tanka Prose


Stine Writing

You were here for me every step of the way, no matter how treacherous or uncomfortable you were. You provided me with comfort and safety, a safe place to express my deepest fears and darkest hurts.

You were here
when I needed you most
providing comfort, a warm shoulder,
like an old worn sweater
still smelling like dad’s cologne.

©2020 CBialczak

Written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge:

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