THE SHIRT

You crossed my mind tonight
As I gazed up at the sky
I lean back in my chair
Close my eyes and sigh
A shirt of blue plaid
Keeps the cold away
As the sun sinks low
At the end of the day
Simple cotton holds memories
Of one gone too soon
A silent departure
No goodbye under a February moon
18 months ago you left
To heaven your soul would soar
This shirt I now wear
Was the last one you ever wore

Copyright ©2005  Leah Hall Slootweg