by Dave Varg
...Was looking through my closet.
I came across a sweater, blue
But as I slipped it o'er my head;
As I saw my reflection
I stood there and I pondered
Reminders of me must be few;
Do things spark you to think of me?
How much I miss you in my life.
Frantically, I made a search.
I wished to look presentable.
...Was heading off to church.
among all of my clothes.
It seemed to match the pants and jacket
which had thus been chose.
this sweater white and blue,
I suddenly remembered that
this was a gift from you.
in the mirror look at me,
I thought about your kindness
and your generosity.
Your thoughtfulness was always there.
'Twould always be, I knew.
I just neglected one small point;
I had to give some too.
on our time together, spent
and wondered if you'd ever had
a similar event.
that fact can't be denied.
The doughnuts are all eaten
and the flowers have all died!
There's not much likelihood.
I didn't give you very much,
which hurts. Perhaps it should.
Perhaps next time I'll be
attentive and to better show
how much it means to me.
The Inspiration for this poem
Next Poem I'll Be There
