She opened her suitcase of memories and dug deep within the different sizes from years past. Holding up a handkerchief sized shirt, she remembered the first time she recalled her dad leaving. She stood in the window as the tears rolled and waved goodbye to her hero.
Years later, I'm still in the window, but I've gotten a little taller, and my shirt has changed.
YOU ARE READING
Poet
PoetryWe will get through this life by writing all words too afraid to say All written by Caroline Kirkland
