For years it sat there quietly

With an honor all its own,

So very much a part of him

And because of it…

He was often known.

 

Made of wool, and shaped just so..

like a glove that fit just right

For dad’s old hat was a dandy thing,

and wore it most of his life.

 

He said, ”It was a part of him,”

And I never understood just why,

Of all the hats stacked on his shelf

This one he held most high.

 

The years have come and gone,

And this old hat.. is now my own

I sometimes sit, and hold it

And wish that I had known.

 

For tucked up underneath the band

A small tag that barley shown

A simple message wrote with love

”From dad to his loving son.”
-Antony King © 2016

 

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