Friday, 13 July 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.

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4 comments:

  1. Anonymous15 July 2012 at 00:31

    Glad you're back. Angela, Australia

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  2. Macy16 July 2012 at 00:34

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

    I can still smell it :)

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  3. Pat17 July 2012 at 00:56

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

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  4. Falak18 July 2012 at 05:28

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

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