Dad (05.08.11)

The white lines blur as we drive along
And the smell of sun-baked upholstery
Soaks my nostrils, like water soaks a sponge,
With the comfort of home, and having a family.

I’m dazed from a day’s long labor,
My eyes heavy, and my head grows lazy.

You wrap your arm around me
With love and brazen consideration
Pulling me close against your scent;
The smell of comfort, and having a family.

I am whisked away into a world long lost,
Whisked away into a world without cost.

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