Dad’s dressing gown
remained exactly where
he last placed it,
on a shiny brass hook
on his bedroom door
where it stayed
in its deepest blue state,
hanging lifeless, long after
his fate had been sealed.
Long after his unexpected
demise, and my eyes
had lost all focus for life,
I would wear it.
Wrap myself in its embrace ,
close my lids, then breathe in
the essence of him.
That familiar cologne,
bringing him back
for a few precious moments,
before the sense of loss
would kick in with vigour
and tear me apart
like a ripped seam.
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Wow
Tremendous writing
To go through such pain for those few precious moments
Stunning emotion cassie
Thank you Peto. It is an old poem, but the loss of my Dad remains. I really appreciate your visit. Have a lovely Wednesday.
I echo WOW. Powerful emotive write!
Thank you very much John. I appreciate your visit. Best wishes.
A thoughtful write Cassie.
I only know the smell of KP's botox - if it has a smell?! lol.
Many thanks Orchi. This is an old poem but I still miss my Dad after many years. Botox with a fragrance would surely be magnetic lol? Have a happy Thursday.
So very beautiful dear Cassie, I still have the perfume that I got married wearing, every so often I wear it to remind me of that day now 13 years ago. I also have one for other occasions, a stunning poem, reminding you of your father a simple thing such as his cologne. What a gorgeous read. 🌹
Thank you Teddy for another lovely review. Fragrances are so evocative aren’t they? Can transport you back in time. I can remember my wedding day well, but not the perfume I wore. And yet I remember the perfumes both my Nans and my mother wore well. Pleased you enjoyed this poem. Have a happy Thursday.
Sorry for your loss, very moving write!
Thank you Alan. This is an older poem, but my Dad is still greatly missed . I appreciate your kind review. Have a happy Thursday.
Smell is the strongest memory provoker in our lives Cassie.
Andy
Thank you Andy. You are so right in what you say. I appreciate you stopping by.
On the run up to what would have been my own Fathers 92nd birthday,
I can honestly say that I both live and feel every single word ..
I can also say that even without the looming of such an anniversary, these words bring a lump to my own knowing throat .. Neville
Thank you so much Neville. Anniversaries can be a painful reminder of loss.
A really moving poem, so emotive.
Thank you Tom for stopping by to review this piece. Much appreciated. All good wishes.
A beautifully penned,
poignant 😢
and emotional write..✍️
Sorry for your loss,
thank you for sharing..
Best wishes 🙏🌹. THAD
Thank you Thad. An old poem, my father died many years ago. The grief has softened a tad. All good wishes.
Memories reinforced by physical items seem stronger. Sadness in this poem and a sense of nostalgia. Very nice Cassie.
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