Prized Possession
A chilly Christmas Eve
warrants
the wearing of my prized
possession
made from flannel material
with black and grey stripes
decorated with fringes
on the ends
It keeps me warm but the love
of who it once belonged
to is what creates
great joy every time
I wrap the object around
my neck
I wear it not necessarily
because of the warmth
but because of the connection
it makes in my heart
Whenever I put on such
a precious garment
to go to family gatherings
it is as if I am joined
by the person
who also wore
it on cold nights
With his address
now being heaven
I feel he joins
our holiday celebrations
just by me wearing
his, my dad’s, winter scarf
Lingering Scent
Young woman takes trip
to grandmother’s closet
to try on one of
grandfather’s
flannel shirts
She puts it on and wraps
it around her as if being
hugged
Holding the sleeve to her
nose
she takes in a deep breath
and detects a lingering
scent
“I love this!” she exclaims
It still smells like Papa!”
Discovery
A small brown stuffed object
catches my attention
while I hunt for a paperback
in a specialty store
The white furry chin and fur
gracing its neck accentuate
small glass eyes set
in a sweet face
The toy reminds
me of a character
I read about in a children’s
book when I was younger
As an adult I devoured
the stories again
with a new appreciation
understanding fully
what the author visualized
when he wrote about a magical
land beyond a wardrobe
ruled by the majestic Aslan
After fluctuating whether
or not to purchase the soft
lion, I decide to buy
it, not because it is cute
but for what it represents
In The Chronicles of Narnia
I believe the writer
intended the role of Aslan
the lion to symbolize Christ
and his self sacrifice
for the world, only
to beat death
and become alive again
Now that I have a simple
reminder of the power
of God’s love, I am filled
with joy
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