Henry’s Hat Hangs
From a nail in my son’s room.
Next to it, my dad’s red baseball cap from Roosevelt.
Next to that, my blue T-ball cap, Sunny Senter’s written under the bill.
Next to that, Whit’s cap, yellow smiley-faced, bears his name.
Her Dresser, One Year Later
A flowered sheet winds
around the empty oak drawers
in a corner of my parents’ garage.
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