My Fathers Jacket
Here you are again she said
Retrieved from the pile
Reserved for charity shop donations
For that is where she found me
Wearing my father’s old baggy jacket
Is that so strange tho I ask
Even now the taste and the very
Scent of him is dear to me
This is where his essence lingers yet
This is where I feel and hear him sometimes
As my body warms the fibres
Safe in these old Tweed threads of his
Here in these so very hugged
And well worn sleeves I ache hungrily
Then cry as a child might cry
Unashamedly and with so many
Unpunctuated sobs
Then as both hands are well and truly lost
In deep side pockets
A long forgotten handkerchief
Surfaces to light and usefulness again
Wiping tears with fingertips I find myself
Wondering how many wishes were once
Held fast in that single knot
Tied by his own hand near the corner
Next to the blue silk of his monogram
Where I still sense him near
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Today would have been my Father's 87th birthday.. and I am not ashamed to say I still miss him. He is the guy on the left of the picture as looked at, standing on the nose of a Hurricane
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And I'm not ashamed to say my eyes became quite moist reading this gem - for I too had a father who meant so much to me and it really struck a chord.
thank you Michael...
And I. My father was so special too me. He gave me the gift of patience and the gift of appreciating all music. I am reminded of him every day in the music I listen to.
it is indeed those things that help keep memories alive.. thank you for visiting these words on what is essentially a very special day for me at least....
Neville
I see a man that stands with much pride, although I did not know him I can feel him through your writings.
I hope one day my children look back the same and I hope they keep my flame alive as you have kept his.
Thank you for sharing my friend
I am sure your children will my friend, and thank you for your very kind words.... Neville
A fine tribute Neville.
Thank you kindly my friend..
Neville
A tribute that only experience could write Nev......described with words from warm memory's heart is your special relationship with a much l missed father whose treasured jacket long held his loved essence....... an ache of a read on this his special day and my thoughts are with your tears of remembrance.
Thank you for your kind words Fay, they are much appreciated... Neville
Well that's a fav if ever I've had one my dad was here with me all over again
Thank you Neville a wonderful pre father's day gift
aw.. bless ya Andrew me old mate.. I can hardly thank you enough for such a nice message... Neville
Very moving Neville. A bond so very strong comes across. A blessing which will never leave you. What a fine and honourable way to tell us of this man so dear to you.
Yes it does move me to tears, for we are both fathers and sons.
indeed we are my friend and thank you so much for reinforcing a fact that is very dear to me.... Neville
Those grainy photos make it seem like eternity ago, yet memories are as fresh today....
they are indeed... thank you..
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