Cowboy Hats

Around the house, the garage, and in the seat of the old pickup, Hats lay around waiting to be used They sit atop the counters and shelves; I like to think they are amused. My favorite ones were the cowboy hats Whether they were made of felt or straw. Some have beads, others are flat, they sit around and guffaw. I’m certain they have seen most everything, family holidays and events But more importantly I know they’ve seen the regular days, and their many meaningful contents. These silent observers look over the house; they remember fondly what they see And when I place his old hats on my head I believe that they are all set free. They swim in the air around me; they fill my ears and nose with past times I remember the good times I had with him, I can hear his laughter chime.