
By ZPora
The Empty Shirt is Full of Pain
Try as you may It will not Regain
Its precious Contents
The Empty Shirt used to Clothe
A Warm Heart full of Love
One I Adored
The Empty Shirt Mocks and Comforts
A Silent Reminder, A Haven of rest
For my bereft soul
The Empty Shirt is stitched together
With sacred threads, memories of my Father
Who Journeyed safely home
The Empty Shirt could not hold
(Though it tried) the Spirit of St Elmo
That now accoutres me.