Butterscotch Pockets

My Uncle Don stored slivers of sunshine
in his pockets.

Heading in for a hug,
we would listen for his
work shirt’s slightest crinkle,
our small hands reaching
as much for the sweetness
of his smile
as these golden-wrapped gifts.



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4 Responses to Butterscotch Pockets

  1. Nice! Brings back my own memories!

  2. Susan Chast says:

    Yes! Exactly! The search, expected, is duly performed for the greater gift of LOVE.

  3. Sara v says:

    So sweet! I love butterscotch 🙂

  4. poetryshack says:

    I love those images of slivers of sunshine in his pockets

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