In Memorium: Your Shirt... Your shirt, wrapped
around my shoulders
brings little comfort,
because it isn't y o u r
arms enveloping me
in a hug. I wear it,
anyway - I am trying
to recall the sensation
of your big, strong arms
holding me close to you
- I miss them. I'm scared,
Daddy, scared that I
will forget - help me in
order to remember - that
is why I'm wearing your
shirt. It helps you help me .....
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman
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