Favorite Jacket
Every winter morning
I put on your jacket,
Roll up the sleeves,
Pull up the zipper
Until it touches my neck,
Then wrap my arms
Around its sides
As if it was actually you,
Keeping me warm,
Protecting me from the cold,
Traveling with me to everyday places
We always frequented together;
Back to the past, into the future,
Eternally in the moment,
Your memory, your jacket, your daughter.
Linda Straub
Copyright January 2016