Year 3 in leather
Lining your front, left pocket – a gift from my father
Weathered
Tethered to bedposts
Benevolent grin – tough, but sure
Cinched on the 3rd hole – prong adjusting by year
The same saddle since 2008
Walked in fields of alfalfa – better in boots
Adjusted the bolo snug against the solar plexus – a gift to your father
Wizened
Shaved away years- a lifetime embellished
Thickened skin – two hearts not lost or last
Year 3 in leather, a promise together.
A Homegoing 
As always, your writing makes me think, pondering and repeating the phrases under my breath. I need to read again and again, re-tasting the imagery. Love you, Darling.
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