• Callum Holgate

Golden Virginia

I still remember your finger-tips; Yellow-stained and course. Back when Golden Virginia

Was Golden Virginia and not Murky brown and faceless

Back when I could recall your face.

Sitting in your living room

Dinner tray on your lap And a movie I’m far too young to watch

Showing me parts of a woman

I’m too young to understand

And too afraid to ask dad about.

Why are they so rough, Grandad?

I would ask, when you held out your palms.

Hard work, son.

You would say,

And go back to rolling; Fleks of Golden Virginia staining my skin.

I don’t eat fish now

But for you

I’ll go to the lake again.

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