Evoking the Cologne

Evoking the Cologne

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw

Dad's dressing gown
remained exactly where
he last placed it,
on a shiny brass hook
on his bedroom door,
where it stayed
in its navy blue state,
hanging lifeless long after
his fate had been sealed.

Long after his unexpected
demise and my eyes
had lost focus on life,
I would wear it.
Wrap myself in its embrace
close my lids then breathe in
the essence of him.

That familiar cologne
bringing him back
for a few precious moments
before the sense of loss
would kick in with vigour
and tear me apart
like a ripped seam.


© 2019 Christine Anne Shaw


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this tore me apart...and made my eyes water...reminding me of my dad and how much i miss him...
and speaking of the cologne...i remember how particular he was about hygiene, the shave, the old spice, the showers...and then how in his last couple years he hated showers...didn't even realize he no longer cared about that....
so well written here.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thanks Margie.
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

and I thank you, too, Margie...
Chris' poem evoked so many feelings and memories for me...read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

i like your response also jacob...Old Spice all the way ... and always clean shaven ... except maybe.. read more



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The senses evoke yesterday's, which are forgotten in the Al too briefest of moments we can replay and the warmth it brings, yet the pain of knowing it is a fleeting pause in reality and the tears of what has passed soon follow like a badly written epilogue to a beautiful memory... But it wouldn't be so painful if he wasn't so sorely missed, which is surely the epitaph of a good man and life.
I can't believe it's almost 20 years since my Dad passed, feels surreal that it wasn't just the other day.
My memory is a reverse of yours Chris. Sadness first, then smiles at his final word to me " b******s!" it was when I told him about 9/11 and he passed a few days later in hospital.
Typically succinct, no nonsense reply from the guy who never fussed.
A beautiful memory to share, of what he meant to you.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

3 Months Ago

Thank you Lorry. Almost thirty years now. He left far too soon, and suddenly too. I had a premonitio.. read more
A very painful write here. He is not there with you but his memory has. Keep that memory alive in your heart. Parents are precious.... I really want to hug my parent but due to this covid situation..... You left me teary eyed.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

3 Months Ago

Dear Sima. Parents are precious. You don't know when they will be taken from you. Sometimes it is mu.. read more
This is painful but beautiful and I know exactly how you feel. This write is full of emotion so heavy that it knocks me over.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

3 Months Ago

Thank you Patricia. A old poem out for an airing. I appreciate your visit.

Chris
Oh Chris...this reached me on so many levels. My Dad died on the 3rd December and though it has been 15 years, I miss him so much, he was my friend as well as Dad so I completely understand the emotion wrapped around this piece. My heart hurts from reading the pain enveloped in this poem and it took me to my own Dad's dressing gown. He hated it but towards the end he was in hospital so much he had to wear it, I wanted to keep it when he died but just couldn't face doing so though I remember the smell of Old Spice on it. I did keep other things instead but couldn't seem to hang on to that for some reason...this broke my heart as excellent poetry that is real does break one's heart...much love to you Chris...

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much Ruth and so sorry you too are without your Dad. It's been many years and yet not a.. read more
Ruth

3 Months Ago

I understand Chris...my Dad was 51 and though he had rare issues, it devastated us all...returning l.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

3 Months Ago

ay, we keep smiling .... pleased he isn't around to see the devastation of covid
I am so sorry for your loss my dear, this poem is so heartbreaking. May God keep comforting you

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Dear Cassie of the smiling face, it is thirty years ago now, but the loss is still there. Not quite .. read more
Cassie

4 Months Ago

Hugs to you!!
Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Thank you and to you too :)
I do understand the poetry dear Chris. I have kept things from my father, my grandmother. I need them to remember them. The simple things become valuable, even if they can bring sadness. Thank you for sharing the powerful and worthwhile words.
Coyote

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Those little things can have a strong hold on us Coyote. Makes us feel rooted. Many thank yous.
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Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

You are welcome dear Chris.
funny that certain
scents can bring
back such deep
emotions to the fore
my mom wore
tabu perfume and
had a rose colored
robe I would cuddle up in...

I emulate her to this day
all her habits and quirks
such memories your
lovely words conjured up
thanks for sharing this

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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  Fran Marie

5 Months Ago

you re so welcome
dear Chris
sorry I was on
my grdsons page
checking h.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

No problem :)
We humans are so responsive to fragrances that they sometimes teleport us to a nostalgic, distinctive space that lingers around. That feeling is so strong and I have felt it a lot of times.

I hug my dad sometimes, he smells of tobacco mingled with the scent of sweat, and it reminds me of my childhood, extreme summer days in India when I would rest my tiny self on his pot belly, which would elevate and suppress due to his breathing, while there's a cooler fan whizzing and blowing humid air at us.

Thanks for sharing. This poem evoked a nostalgic, cherishable feeling in me.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Dear Akshay, really pleased that you got so much from my poem. It was delightful that you shared you.. read more
:) old spice. that's what does it for me.
Old spice and Papa. Great man.
Scent memory is something else.

LOVELY write. LOVELY. I could smell bassy notes of musk the whole time. And maybe a hint of cardamom?

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

DCM, so pleased you thought of your Papa and Old Spice when you read my poem. Your review, quite lov.. read more
The title of the poem drew me in, by the time I reached the end of it - it was a heavy heart feeling deeply for the thoughts expressed here. This write is so full of emotions and is like a memory trip taken to bring the moments you cherished alive. Loss of dear ones is unimaginable, nothing can fill their void. But their memories always live on and remind us of their presence around us. I believe, they are up there watching us and blessing us! Respect. Period.

Thank you Chris, for writing and sharing!

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Dear Abhilash, that is such a thoughtful review. Thank you so much for your visit. All good wishes.<.. read more

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