butter yellow button down
so soft to the touch
it feels like
a caress everytime
i run my hands
over it

it's not a color
many can wear
but it brought out
the gold in your
lion green eyes
offsetting your
tan skin and
sun-bleached hair
making you look
as if you had
just strolled
off the beach

it's too big for you
the sleeves had to be
rolled twice to
free your hands
and it hung on your
slender frame
with a casual promise
of future growth

i see it everytime
i enter your room
hanging in the closet
amid your other clothes
i can still see you in it
the only time you wore it
we celebrated your birthday

it will fit you
for at least another year
and i can't help but wonder
if i will ever see you
wearing it again
but i keep it clean
and freshly pressed
with hope in my heart

though the sight of it
makes my eyes sting
with unshed tears
of longing

i miss you son

08/20/2007

Author's Note: two closets full of clothes only worn a handful of times. i see my kids less and less as they get older. the pain of seeing their empty rooms, full of memories of them is hard to bear. but the vision of their closets empty, bereft of even the smallest reminder that they once were here is mind numbingly painful. i miss my kids.

Posted on 08/20/2007
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