Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXVI
A Happy Memory. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Grandpap
His steelworker hands
would catch my baseball
ungloved.
We never hugged,
never needed to.
We’d shake hands,
and I’d feel who he was.
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His steelworker hands
would catch my baseball
ungloved.
We never hugged,
never needed to.
We’d shake hands,
and I’d feel who he was.