my father shine his shoes.
navy
dress shoes.
white for summer,
that went
along with his navy
suit.
he looked sharp
in his uniform.
the hat pulled
tight.
the crease in his
trousers.
the buttons gleaming
gold.
he appeared
to be a knight
in some fairytale,
shining
in the summer sunlight.
the medals
pinned to his chest.
there was good in him
after all,
i'd think,
as i waved from
window,
ignoring all the rest.
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