Sidchrome

when I was young
my pop just blind

gave me a gift
it was dark crimson
scratched all over
a coarse horse's tail
a small metallic briefcase
protecting its gizmos

it was the last gift
he gave me
before dementia struck
later I inherited
but it isn't the same
as standing there
receiving it from his hands

there it was
beaming like the sun
through all the dark
just a word
sidchrome