My Father In My Hat Poem by Allan Thorne

My Father In My Hat



When I was younger
I could smell
My father’s hair
In my hat.

Today I noticed
It wasn’t
The same
Maybe I have forgotten
Maybe I have changed
But I don’t smell
Like my father anymore.

He has been dead
Almost twenty years now
When I see him in my dreams
He is across the street
Reading the paper
He doesn’t look up
When I call
His name.

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Allan Thorne

Allan Thorne

Bellows Falls VT
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