“The Knob”
For Michael
On left over days
I go to your room,
grasp the knob
on your door.
to feel something of you
cupped in my hand,
left molded in metal,
chilled by the still
resigned in the silence
held in this knob
the touch of your hand.
The Light in Ordinary Things, Fearless Poetry Series, Vol. I
––Judith Bader Jones, poet, lives in Fairway, Kansas. Her collection of short fiction, Delta Pearls received the William Rockhill Nelson 2007 Fiction award. Moon Flowers on the Fence, a chapbook of poems was published by Finishing Line Press, 2010. The Language of Small Rooms, is slated for publication by Finishing Line Press, August 2011. Jones is an avid bird watcher and photographer and can be found on Facebook and www.judithbaderjones.com
>Such a great poem about how things hold memories of people gone or dead. Thank you.
>Beautiful Judith, beautiful.