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Very moving indeed. I have an old CPO jacket of my dad's. It still smelled of him long after he was gone. It's been 10 years now, and I wear it every winter. I cozy up in it like a baby with a 'blankie'. :) It is blue like his baby blues too.
It reminds me that he waited until the holidays were over before he died... I think he did it on purpose... he loved the holiday season. And, he even died on his favorite day.. Elvis Presly's birthday! (my dad did a mean 'hunka hunka burnin' love' when I was a kid.. he even had a white suit!) I think I'll have to put the rest in a story on my own page! lol
This poem is absolutely wonderful. It touched me deeply, for I still remember my father’s scent. It is well crafted and unpretentious. The imagery is subtle but powerfully conveyed. I honestly choked, because it reminded me of my father in his death bed…
This was truly a great poem. I, of course loved the story and the sentiments therein. It flowed very nicely-music to my ears, and rhymed wonderfully. It was my pleasure to rad it, and my honor for its submission to my contest.
Lovely- I slept in one of my Dad's flannel shirts when I left home for the first time because it was the way to miss him less. I can relate to this. It's easy to imagine, and the wording flows well.
Beatrice: This is really an engaging and charming poem, filled with pathos as well. It was done with style and tenderness and I found myself remembering my own father and his favorite hat. Wonderful piece.
Regards,
Gregory
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