Sandpaper Face

Father
Had a sandpaper face
And when I
Became too old to kiss
Inhibited
We formally began to
Shake hands
Just as he was taught
All men should
But I never forgot
Being tossed
Swinging like a plane
At jet speed
Crashing back into
A gigantic hug
Dizzy with laughter
As his beard
Raised a lovely rash
That never
Did blossom again
Once a son’s
Baby face scratched
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