CB (1946 / Tennessee)

The Last Goodbye

Daddy’s pajamas
Are still in the bottom of my drawer;
Saved with his fragrance still on them.
They were left neatly draped on his bed
When he left for the hospital.
He never came back to them.

I hold them to my face sometimes,
And smell him as if he’s still lingering close by
Trying to comfort me from another place.
I, too, wish I could put my arms around him
And hug him close,
Like I never could have in life.
Maybe in that other place
There is more freedom to show your love.

by Carolyn Brunelle

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