After he is gone,
A regular reminder of my father
Goes around my waist, through the loops
Holding me together, at least a bit
His belt, wide, leather, with holes
We each stretched
Weathered brown leather
A subtle connection to him
Each day, not always consciously
But a reminder of him
When I pause and remember
December 2, 2006 9:36
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