Kay Roberts Poet Rhyme

I Wear Your Things

I wear your sweaters, while watching the TV,
I wear your sweatpants, when I need you next to me.
I wear your socks, when my feet are cold,
I wear your gloves, when I need your hand to hold.
I wear your slippers, because they remind me of you,
I wear your hat and that's a silly thing to do.
I wear your coat, while out walking with the dog,
I wear your cologne, when my head begins to fog.
I wear your pyjamas, while lying in our bed,
I wear your bathrobe, when I rest my weary head.
I wear your jacket, like I have from the very start,
I wear all your things, to help mend my broken heart.
I wear your shirt, when I need to feel your touch,
I wear your things, so I don't miss you so much.

December 2015

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Jan Allison September 12, 2016 at 3:01 PM oh Kay this is such a heartbreaking poem that I am sure many can relate after a bereavement or break down of a relationship. My mum wanted to have dad's jumper to wear but it was so enormous a friend unpicked it and made it into a blanket. I love the impact of the repeated phrase - you have a wonderful way with words :-) hugs Jan xx Jan Allison September 12, 2016 at 7:29 PM I can imagine your neighbour was so touched by your wonderful words - we have a friend who lost her hubby about 6 years ago, it is only now she is starting to dispose of his clothes:-( hugs Jan xx Kay Roberts September 12, 2016 at 3:08 PM Hi Jan, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss, I think it's wonderful that your Mum still has something to remember him by. This poem was inspired by a neighbour who lost her husband last year. One day we were out walking our dogs and she asked me if her coat looked okay? I told her it looked fine and that's when she told me it was his. I went home and wrote this. She has a copy framed on her mantelpiece. Big Hugs xx