At the very top of a cotton bag
filled with your clothes
a beige summer hat with a butterfly stitched into its fabric.
I remember you in this hat
sitting on a patio
with sunlight dancing across your face.
And your beautiful
oversized movie-star glasses
your delicate features.
I managed to keep those glasses
along with your summer hat
your floral tops
a cotton nightgown
that you were saving for summer months-And
a flannel nightgown you wore many times,
-I remember hugging you in.
And a small box of treasures
including two orphaned earrings that I hope to turn into a pendant,
something to always remind me of you.
I cannot sort through the contents of this bag,
but I know when I do
Your perfume will envelope me
like the scent of stargazer lilies
that leave their scent
in a room they once occupied.
By J. Hamilton