Brylcreem and OilA Poem by SpitfireGrrrlBrylcreem, Old Spice, Cherry pipe tobacco and Motor oil.
My hand was always so little in yours I remember marveling at the difference Mine pudgy, soft and white Yours were scarred, callused, and stained.
Everything about you was larger than life You didn’t speak much but when you did There was this loud booming joy to it You were my very own Gentle Giant
Scarred hands, dark hair, plaid shirts and A tire gauge.
Oh, now that I’m older I know just how tall And just how wide, and Deep you were No more than average I suppose But even the reality can’t diminish my Memory.
Whether I was clinging to your back While we rode your ’59 Panhead Or sitting in the dirt, calmly watching While you rebuilt engines… You were, are, and ever will be The greatest Man I’ve ever known.
Smooth shiny chrome, Purring engines and Night rides…
I measure men that I meet by your Standard. I know it’s probably a little unfair… You would scold me, and tell me each man Is his own.
Brylcreem, Old Spice, Cherry pipe tobacco and Motor oil. © 2010 SpitfireGrrrlAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on December 14, 2010 Last Updated on December 14, 2010 AuthorSpitfireGrrrlDallas, GAAboutI've been coming and going from here for a while now. I'll just... stop writing for a while and step away, then come back for a little while. :) It's been lots of fun reading all the new stuff from.. more..Writing
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