Hello Daddy
When I miss my father
I go into my closet
And bring the sleeve of his jacket to my nose
He has been gone nine and a half years
But this red and green plaid jacket smells like him
It brings me comfort and joy
If I am missing him more than usual,
I put it on and wear it.
Before I put it back into the closet
I always say “thanks Daddy”
And I usually say “Hi Daddy”
when I take it out.
It is the most precious thing I own.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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