Thursday, January 20, 2011


I stepped out
last night after
my family had
gone to sleep.

There was already
frost on the windows;
so, I took
my father’s coat.

It had been
many years since
I last wore his
heavy clothes.

Always a blanket
or tent as a child,
my father’s shirts
and jackets would
swallow us whole.

As I took into the
December night, however,
the sleeves fell short,
the shoulders hugged mine.

And I realized that
it was not the coat
that would overwhelm me
as I grew older,

it was the man.


Mandie said...

Very nice. I like this poem. makes me think about my own father. I lost him three years ago but his memory and the lessons that he taught will forever guide me. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem.

ILoveMyDogandMy Music said...

I like this poem very much. The last line brings you right to it. I had a strong emotion when I read it. Nice..

Kellen said...

I'm not not obsessed with your poetry.

Remya said...

Wow, just wow.

alex said...

nice poem
nice blog... keep sharing..
continue to blog..

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