| Story ID: | 3555 |
| Written by: | jim rambo (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Anytown USA |
| Year: | 2008 |
| Person: | Dad, Sam |
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| Story ID: | 3555 |
| Written by: | jim rambo (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Anytown USA |
| Year: | 2008 |
| Person: | Dad, Sam |
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Warm Memories Why do women touch the body at viewings? It’s never a man rubbing the hand, the suit. Women are somehow into such doings while men just stand or mill around mute. I passed on the chance to touch my dad as he lay quiet for guests to see. It didn’t mean I was any less feeling. It just wasn’t right; it wasn’t for me So memories of Dad remain warm and fond. I hope all of those women can say the same. Our hearts remain one, here and beyond. No cold touch memory. That was my aim. |