In my husband’s shirt pocket, I found a tiny, black doll sock neatly folded.
In C’s pants pocket, I found a blue, crumpled late-slip with something handwritten from school.
In E’s pants pocket, I found a neatly rolled-up stream of pink ribbon embossed with hearts.
In my jeans pocket, I found a twenty dollar bill, and a gold ring which our daughter had lost at her grandparent's house and I had found.

But it was the tiny black sock that made me stop what I was doing...
I felt the fabric of his shirt to my face and when I did this,
I could faintly smell his familiar, woodsy warmness.

And I closed my eyes for a few seconds
But then moved on to the next task of the day.