if you die,
let me keep a
favorite piece of
your worn clothing
to hang in guest closet,
or lay folded in deep drawer
when i’m lonely, i will pull it
out to touch a precious memory
cuddle softly round my neck
bury face in warm texture
dampen with my tears
smell your love
once again.
a poem in my pocket 
Jan 08, 2016 @ 15:05:35
Lovely, thank you.
Jan 07, 2016 @ 13:48:23
I still have jackets from my dad that probably have his scent on them, but the shirts that belonged to my mom got washed so I could wear them. I really like the format and progression of this poem. It’s very heartwarming. Peace, Linda
Jan 07, 2016 @ 22:07:56
Thanks for your kind comment, Linda!