Friday, June 24, 2016

Warmth


it's cold
my brothers say it's not,
but they always say so.

i take your coat
and i'm warm.
it doesn't smell like you anymore.
i guess five years does that.

do you remember how you always wore that coat?

chopping wood,
    mending the fire,
        fighting back brush,
            drinking tea.

because i do.

i miss you daddy.
i sit by the fire,
i wear your coat.
i fix myself black tea,
that was always your favorite.

but you're not there.
the fire and tea mean nothing.
even this coat has lost your trace.

but i'm cold.
and maybe,
maybe,
when i slip on that coat of yours,
i can pretend you are.

and that makes me warm.


10 comments

  1. oh baby. i feel this in these little old bones of mine. here's to loving the ones gone.
    xx
    cally

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    1. Yes <3 Thank you for your comment :)

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  2. oh, wow. this. Elizabeth <3
    my heart aches as I think about my own father.

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  3. I don't really have any words, except I know, and thank-you. Thanks for sharing your heart - your words reached across to touch mine. xxx

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    1. Aw no thank you! I'm so very glad <3

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  4. This is so beautiful, Elizabeth. It is so poignant and truly makes my heart ache. Sending big hugs your way. <3

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  5. So I'm totally not all choked up

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    1. Oh well you better not be! Crying is for sure a sign of weakness.

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