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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Jacket
[time] => 2013-01-18 20:42:12
[hometext] => On finding an old jacket that helped me raise a lovely daughter
[bodytext] => The Jacket Warm little jacket; mom's hand me down; So many patches to keep you around. Once you were brilliant; when we were new; And oh how the world has had fun with you! The places we'e been to, the things that we've seen; The cold we kept warm through has kept our soul lean. Whenever a seam burst we patched it with tears; and lovingly covered the signs of the years. I can't recall the hour or the day; when I folded you up and tucked you away. but the donation truck is waiting outside; Filling with hopes that won't be denied. Inside this drawer sits a faded old jacket; whose memories come flooding as I try to pack it. Don't know why I've saved it; my children are grown! Yet inside this drawer lies the life I have known. Neither of us has a glimmer of passion; we're so long ago; and both out of fashion! Replaced by synthetics and faux fur and such; not a memory among them that means very much! But they never held the scent of her hair; watched her eyes smile; drank up her tear; Or covered her sleeping; or made her a cape; or tied up her treasures and helped her escape! They didn't embalm her in calamine lotion; Or warm her by fires while she dried off the ocean; Nor walked me back home on her first day of school; Or danced at the end of her kite like a fool! Your colors are faded; Your edges are frayed; and you're welcome to stay till the end of my days. I trust that you'll be here when it's time to go; And I'll have to leave you to do what you know. Just call to her softly as you did to me; Remind her to trust in all she will be; And teach her to gather before you depart; sweet memories to dwell in the drawer of her heart. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 99 [topic] => 23 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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