Special Orders

Give me back my father walking the halls
    of Wertheimer Box and Paper Company
        with sawdust clinging to his shoes.

Give me back his tape measure and his keys,
     his drafting pencil and his order forms;
          give me his daydreams on lined paper.

I don't understand this uncontainable grief.
     Whatever you had that never fit,
         whatever else you needed, believe me,

my father, who wanted your business,
     would squat down at your side
         and sketch you a container for it.

Edward Hirsch, "Special Orders" from Special Orders. Copyright © 2008 by Edward Hirsch.  Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Random House LLC. All rights reserved. 
Source: Special Orders (Alfred A. Knopf, 2008)
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