When I saw Jack's robe hanging on the peg in
The closet where he always kept it,
I slipped it on.
I'm glad I hadn't donated it to
Good Will.
The plaid, familiar, flannel garment wasn't
Too heavy or too light.
It was just right for the chill.
But after I was wrapped in the robe and
Warmed by the memories of the one
Who once wore it,
I didn't want to take it off.