My Fathers Jacket


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




  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2019 00:09
  • 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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  • User favorite of this poem: Andrew Charles Forrest.


  • Michael Edwards

    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.

    • Neville

      thank you Michael...

    • Goldfinch60

      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.

      • Neville

        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....


      • Poetic Dan

        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

        • Neville

          I am sure your children will my friend, and thank you for your very kind words.... Neville

        • orchidee

          A fine tribute Neville.

          • Neville

            Thank you kindly my friend..


          • Fay Slimm.

            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.

            • Neville

              Thank you for your kind words Fay, they are much appreciated... Neville

            • Andrew Charles Forrest

              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

              • Neville

                aw.. bless ya Andrew me old mate.. I can hardly thank you enough for such a nice message... Neville

              • dusk arising

                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.

                • Neville

                  indeed we are my friend and thank you so much for reinforcing a fact that is very dear to me.... Neville

                • Suresh

                  Those grainy photos make it seem like eternity ago, yet memories are as fresh today....

                  • Neville

                    they are indeed... thank you..

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