My ex-husband died four years ago at Christmas time. My daughter and I were offered a few opportunities to go into his mother's house to retrieve his things, but much remained after his mother's death two years ago and then after his sister's very recent passing. Last week I had one last chance to take what I could find that belonged to him before the family's belongings were taken away to be auctioned by his sister's estate.

My daughter, who now lives in California, gave me a list of things to look for, and I had my own list of things to search. One of the most precious finds that neither of us even knew existed turned out to be a small box labeled Roger, that contained several items of his baby clothing. Miranda will get to see these treasures when she comes to visit at Christmas. In the meantime, they are mine to guard.
Divorcing a man does not always mean one no longer loves him. Holding these baby clothes worn by this man during the first winter of his life could not be more meaningful to me.
I thank my young friend, Oli, one of the most talented
writers in our community, for sponsoring this lovely contest and motivating me to write this poem.

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