A Box For Good Will Poem by Cj Heck
A Box For Good Will
As a friend, I had come to help
yet one more time
and I watched as she set
the cardboard box on the floor.
It was labeled for Goodwill,
penned in large block letters.
From deep in the closet,
she brought out an old blue suit.
It had faded over the years,
but I saw in her eyes
the memories still had not.
Softly, she smoothed the sleeves
that dangled flat and empty.
Then she stroked the slack trousers
on the smooth wooden hanger.
Gently, she brushed
the dust from the collar and lapel,
and then I heard her sigh.
Her resolve had melted away.
Again we talked and remembered.
We spoke of long ago,
how the sleeves encircled her
in warm secure hugs,
and the trousers had covered
lean muscular legs,
legs slightly bowed,
legs that loved to dance,
and what she missed the most
-the heart that beat below
the lapel of the old blue suit,
the heart that beat with love for her.
For over thirty years,
the suit had stood sentinel,
loyally guarding both her
and those memories,
and I watched as she carefully
replaced the suit and closed
the closet door.
Through quiet tears
she asked once more
how all of that could ever fit
in a box for Goodwill.
Hello CJ, This poem brought a lump to my throat, tears to my eyes, but also a smile to my face. Sue.
That's very touching. I didn't put 'Good Will' together as the 'agency' when I read the title. Wonder whether you knew I wouldn't...
Very powerful...It truly captures the moment and teaches the lesson.
A very sweet poem and I felt what you wrote. A very good poem. Donna
remembering her lover with whom she was deeply in love...preserved the suit still as a mark of remembrance.Nicely written lines with deep feelings of love.
Beautiful narrative love poem, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. A lovely piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
I have my father's black fedora, a treasured reminder of how he was always such a dapper man, in the eyes of his daughter....I wear it from time to time, sometimes at the funerals of his friends...just to honor the old school way of times long gone...your poem reminded me of that....funny what stirs the senses, thought to be stilled. PEACE
Such a tenderly written poem of love and memories. Clothes do remind us sometimes of a love that was lost. We take them out the closet and put them back sometimes. Hard to part with memories. You did. An inspiring write!
C. J. ...... It's good to talk. It's good to remember. And it's good to write it down. Thank you for a moving memory. Martin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hi C.J. Your piece, A Box for Good Will, brought a tear to my eyes. My father recently passed away. Your writing (I have read your other pieces as well) is very touching. I hope you will publish a book...soon. Lare Austin