The house was aching with chill this morning so I
grabbed the flannel pj pants from the bottom of
the closet and as I shoved my hand in the left pocket
(to straighten out months of scrunched-up neglect)
I felt the sharp edge of something smooth but small
enough to hide in a flannel pocket in a dark closet.
As I held it up to the night-light I almost whooped
eureka! but refrained as everyone was still asleep.
It was your tooth from months ago when winter
gripped our lives and you came running and said
Look, I lost it and I said well, put it under your pillow
and later that night I tiptoed around the cold and
eased the gem from under your pillowed head.
You opened your eyes and whispered hi, daddy
and I made sure your feet were covered up and
rustled hi, now go back to sleep and you did.

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  1. Carolyn on October 5, 2011 at 7:59 pm


  2. Winn Collier on October 5, 2011 at 8:29 pm

    stop it, John. I don’t have time to cry today.

  3. Laura on October 7, 2011 at 8:57 am

    I stumbled across your Dirty Shame blog about a year ago – a google search looking for something (I don’t recall what) and loved your writing. I’ve continued to follow your blogs, reading when I can. I love your way with words and the way you add magic to the everyday moments of life. Thank you so much for sharing with us.

    • thebeautifuldue on October 7, 2011 at 12:43 pm

      Thanks so much for your words, Laura…I’m glad you stumbled in.

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