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."
