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The Empty Wardrobe
The Empty Wardrobe
I look in the empty wardrobe
And it looks so bare
I remember all of the clothes
That used to hang in there
The coat you wore to walk the dog
And the one you wore for best
The hat you always loved to wear
I said it looked like a bird’s nest
The blouse with lace you wore for weddings
And the jacket made of tweed
The numerous scarves of many colours
How many did you need?
Your faded wedding dress
That you hoped one day I’d wear
The veil to match hung with it
And the pearl slide for your hair
The purple dress you used to wear
When you sang in the youth choir
Strands still remained on the collar
Off that faux-fur stole you used to hire
Your pleated skirts of navy blue
Were folded in a drawer
Belts of matching colours
Hung inside the door
I look in the empty wardrobe
And think of what’s no longer there
And I can still picture you
In the clothes you used to wear
I look in the empty wardrobe
And it looks so bare
I remember all of the clothes
That used to hang in there
The coat you wore to walk the dog
And the one you wore for best
The hat you always loved to wear
I said it looked like a bird’s nest
The blouse with lace you wore for weddings
And the jacket made of tweed
The numerous scarves of many colours
How many did you need?
Your faded wedding dress
That you hoped one day I’d wear
The veil to match hung with it
And the pearl slide for your hair
The purple dress you used to wear
When you sang in the youth choir
Strands still remained on the collar
Off that faux-fur stole you used to hire
Your pleated skirts of navy blue
Were folded in a drawer
Belts of matching colours
Hung inside the door
I look in the empty wardrobe
And think of what’s no longer there
And I can still picture you
In the clothes you used to wear
Published 2nd Feb 2017
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2nd Feb 2017 4:22pm
This to me is a Love Poem Jenny! A natural and unforced rhyme and rhythm..done exceptionally well! That's my view.. Thank You for the beautifully done read!!
2nd Feb 2017 6:22pm
Evocative; it reminded me of emptying my father's wardrobe nearly 30 years ago. That's what good poetry does, I think. I have good memories of him still. Thanks.
3rd Feb 2017 3:49am
It's very touching; I can relate, I cleaned out my Nanas home after she died including her clothing and closets....
11th Feb 2017 10:01am
This is a very moving poem, at first it isn't obvious who it's about but the way the clues unfold nicely throughout works really well. The touches of humour such as "how many did you need?", when mentioning the scarves, are very emotive as is the way you describe the different items and what they were worn for. I felt the last part when you "think of what isn't there" also had a bit of a double meaning linked to your theme. A great poem. X
