behind a dresser
I found it
a faded denim shirt
with sleeves cut out
a worthless rag in reality
a quaint memory to me
a favorite he refused to give up
tacky appearance notwithstanding
he wore it on his off days
while he puttered in his shop
what I would give to see him
in his ratty jeans with this shirt on
but in this world I will not see this again
however I fold this tattered shirt
many would think this crazy
but will keep it for nights
when I miss him
to have a bit of him
is sometimes a comfort

Beautiful, babe....
Sad, but still beautiful!!

God Bless!!
jim

in this world sometimes we have to find comfort where we can

Comfort at times comes from the little things

beautiful

Awwww but it is the things that they loved that
brings the memories flooding back when needed.
As a shirt that still carry's there scent of there
cologne as if they were right there.

To Memories of comfort...