THE FABRIC BROUGHT BACK MEMORIES (POEM)

It was that red and black flannel
Coat he wore
No fashion statement - just warmth.
 
It was the uniform of every daily chore
Garden variety wool
A nylon liner
No more.
 
It was that old coat
A little worn but never rent
Grimy ‘round the collar.
 
It was his old coat
Carrying his particular scent.
It was as if he still wore it
Even after he went.

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© Matty Adams, 2022
This piece first appeared at writersforrecovery.org (Nov. 4, 2022).