Daddy
The sweat soaks his old blue shirt
As I walk up the driveway
Home from school
And as I hug him
I can smell the musky odor
And feel the rough callused hands
Those hands which punished me
Which comforted me
Which congratulated me
Now I don't feel those hands
As often as I'd like
I've moved out
And live away from home
But there are times
When I miss those hands
When I miss that smell
When I miss my Daddy
