'The Old Wooden Hanger Poem by Linda Winchell

I made you a wooden hanger
That now hangs… in our bedroom closet all alone.
Empty of that Sunday coat
My dear, dear wife had worn.

Hat and gloves were on the shelf
They are gone now too.
But the memory of that hanger my dear wife
Brings back… such fond memories of you.

I cut and sanded you that hanger
As an anniversary gift...our first year.
Carved the date… of that memorable day
Deep… and covered it in paint of clear.

You’d hang your only winter Sunday coat
So proudly from it’s wooden throne.
But now it remains… but a memory
As it hangs here…in our closet all alone.

You had asked me to please come with you
But I said I was too busy…then to go.
I should have gone with you…dear
But my response was always, “NO! ”

And now My Lord has shown me
All the errors of my ways back then.
For now I pray that He forgives me dear
So I will be with you… one day again.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009