Noll on Charity

Once a year, the closets are turned inside out;

the wardrobe and stacking trays too. 

 It is an interesting time. 

We hears funny comments like,

"The cleaners shrunk my clothes." 

  I especially like to climb into the spaces

 created by this annual, end-of-the-year ritual. 

You can always count on Uncle Keaks

 to do quirky things;

Like a square dance

in a rectangular pine wardrobe.

Three times round, and out he goes!

My Own & her family

might make the donation decisions,

however, my role in this endeavor

 is the most importantest!

I console the gently-loved clothes.  

I snuggle under them, giving comfort.

I rest my Nollie head

upon them one last time. 

Before they are packed up and spirited away

 to a place known as "Goodwill,"I impart a hair or two for remembrance.

Then, I gently pat each one and whisper: 

"There, there, you will find a new home."