hello daddy
My father has been gone for twelve years
I kept his green gold and brown plaid jacket
When I miss him, I go into my closet where it hangs.
I can smell him on it, and I say “hello Daddy”
At this second, I feel my father beside me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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