In The Drawer

by Margaret Livingston

I found a folded handkerchief
tucked in the drawer the other day.
The fabric so old, like tissue,
a purple edging, and your initial
embroidered by hand,
a border surrounding the 'A', protecting it.

I held it up
and the light shone through it.
It made me wonder,
where is he?

A little square of cloth became a time machine.
How hard I wished that I could
use it to wipe away all the time tears
that have been shed during the years
since your passing.

Just for today, I will inhale a lingering scent
and pretend that soon I'll hear your voice again.

Just for today I will put this token in my pocket
and remember happier times.

But when today ends
the scents, the remembered sounds, and the handkerchief
will go back
in the drawer.

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Thank you
by: Andre

Thank you for your comment.

Touching poem
by: Anonymous

As I read your poem, I wondered if he was your husband, father or brother.
I imagined him to be your husband and that some day, you will join him in the promise land.
In the meantime, you can cherish the memories that the little piece of cloth conjured up for you.

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