By Sapphire Rose
The brown hat that I hold in my closet
Not just a regular hat, but a time machine
It takes me back to all of those heavenly
Memories of the wearer before me
A regular brown hat. . . . .
Not actually so regular
Like those machines in movies
Placing images in your head
An ordinary thin striped hat. . . . .
Not very ordinary at all
Like a vintage camera
Each stripe, like film, holding a special picture of the past
An ode to an average brown and striped hat
Just not that average
Holding valuable memories of a lost one
Like one lost in an endless forest of life
A box disguised as a brown hat
Filled to the very brim
With pictures of the one man who mixed with a woman
To create a mix of the two just a smaller version, then named her
An everyday hat was worn by one
Not only an everyday hat was worn by me
But a small brown and striped time machine
That holds all values of the past at the present time
Listening to the sound of “Shh, shh”
As the hat slips on to your head and is adjusted by your hands
Then seeing the room light up with warmth in your eyes
And last feeling your heart jump with joy knowing that those same pictures are still there
