The Theme of National Poetry day this year 2014 is remembrance
I remember my Father in this poem. I still have his jumper resting over the back of my desk chair. I would have worn it out by now but I cant wear it as his arms were normal length and mine are 8" and I cannot bear to cut the sleeves off - the pointlessness of cutting up clothes poem
So it will go on resting on my chair, its scent slowly diminishing.
Dead Man's Clothes
I am sniffing a dead man's clothes
nine months after
nine months after
Musty smell
he smelt musty
slowly musty took over
Breathe deeply
past the weary worn-out
Hidden in the fibres
woven in the wool
I can find it
scent of family
the comfort and the sadness
knitting together
he smelt musty
slowly musty took over
Breathe deeply
past the weary worn-out
Hidden in the fibres
woven in the wool
I can find it
scent of family
the comfort and the sadness
knitting together
wrap round
the inadequate
the inadequate
Sue Kent
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