Gramps

Gramps

by Adele Sakler

he smelled of worn aftershave and sweet tobacco.

climbing into his lap and enveloping my arms around his flannel shirt

helped me to feel at home and safe.

resting my head upon his chest, listening to his heart beat and

watching his chest heave up and down, i sat there wishing

to never escape his warm embrace.

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