Your Clothes Don’t Fit Me

Picture: Book cover of The Right To Mourn

In your absence, I am present

Beneath the wind, finding breath

in belief, finding strength

for memories buried in essence

Your clothes still don’t fit me

but your old friend says I wear your smile

and am clothed with potential

and the clarity of your dreams

Your clothes don’t fit me still

but your name I adorn

and stand in the aftermath of your poise

for those who were looking for you found me

You left us no fame, just a name

no directions, just a destination

no penny, just thoughts

no shame, no remorse

Mama smiles now and then when she looks into the distance

I guess that’s when you visit; when you are near

She’s beautiful; she’s the measure of a great woman

You should see mine – beautiful as purpose in flight

I hope Summeroses bloom where you are

memories and prayers facilitate visits between father and son

I’ve found you everywhere

But carry you well when the ink wells