
These are not trousers
A thing to merely wear
They are the expression of love
Of deep concern and care
I did not see the need for them
They were not a thing requested
But they were bought for me all the same
That I would not be neglected
Oh what a gift of foresight
As other garments met their fate
As I took them from my drawer
Memories they did stir
Of how they were given on that day
As a token of love by her
These are not trousers
Something that I wore
These are the fabric of love
And oh – so much more
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dVerse – Poetics: Object Poems
My late wife had the uncanny ability to take care of my material needs, even when I could not see them. This prompt allowed me to recall the day recently, when I was forced to retire some tried and true clothes, to find that I was not in need of going out to replace them, because she had purchased some of my favourite brands before her death. I told her at the time it wasn’t necessary, as I had plenty. Little did I know.
I love the fact that something so disregarded and unimportant becomes precious when given and received with love. This is a love poem, a beautiful one.
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What a wonderful description of love and a stunning tribute to your wife.
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Funny how we sometimes attach fond memory to a particular piece of clothing. This is a touching poem.
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An unusual love poem and tribute to your late wife, which touched me deeply.
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What a poignant reminder of your dear wife.
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Love in the small things… knowing she was thinking of you at that time and trying to take care of your needs. Love poem indeed.
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Adorable. Even a pair of pants can represent thoughtfulness and love. Enjoyed the flow and rhyme!
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fabric of love indeed lovely poem
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Your poem is precious if I may use that term … even though the trousers were purchased for a dude! Love this.
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