Part 2: Personal Collection of Poems: Dad and Me

6) “Dad and Me” –Jeff Moss

Up in his closet, my Dad has a very old baseball glove
That was his when he was a kid.
In my closet, I have an old blanket called Softie
That was mine with I was very little.
Dad never uses his glove anymore
And I don’t use Softie.
But Dad doesn’t want to throw his glove away
And I don’t want to throw away my blanet either.
We just want to keep them.
If you ask us why,
We say we don’t know why, we just do.


This poem is also one I can relate to since there are a lot of things from my childhood that I keep for the sentimental value. Most of these are stuffed animals or toys that I played with a lot when I was younger. I think it’s natural for people to try to hold on to the physical form of memories, like the baseball glove and blanket in this poem. I also like this poem because it is able to connect the generations by describing a similar feeling. Whether you’re young and don’t want to get rid of a favorite toy or older and don’t want to give up something from your childhood, it’s all because we want to hold on to happy memories.



Moss, Jess. “Dad and Me.” The Butterfly Jar. New York, NY: Bantam Books, 1989.