I still have the tie
I wore to m grandmother’s
funeral, one I conducted,
but the suit from that day
is long gone, and just as well,
for it would be several sizes
too large for the present me.
I’ve only worn the tie once
since that rainy day in Maryland
and then to a wedding
to balance out the sadness
with a bit of joy, the tie
deserved at least that
for standing with me
in the downpour, urging me
to recite the ancient prayers
as quickly as possible.
an old writer and his words 
Oooh, sometimes relicts of our deceased’s possession help us go over the grief, sometimes they even bring more grief. Glad the tie helps. Such a great piece. Keep writing. Keep spreading the love.
I like the slices of life through the presence of the tie. Nicely done.