New Sweater
Yesterday I bought a sweater
Grey
Like a melted pearl dropping to my hips
Encasing me in bliss.
Did you know angels invented wraps
To warm their goosebumped wings.
Clever things!
My old sweater is a ribbed black cotton velour cardigan that hangs on the back of my writing chair. There for me whenever I feel chilly. It's shapeless and worn and missing two bottom buttons and the pockets sag after years of being stuffed with all sorts of things...mostly Kleenex. I need this new sweater. It hasn't any pockets. I'll miss that. Can I toss my old one? I don't know. Favorite old things are such a comfort. Chairs, bathrobes, blankets. Comfort zones. We all have favorite things. What's yours?
You mean the pill-y garment of shame that I would rather not acknowledge is mine? I wear it mainly when I am ill and need comfort. Are these garments always cardigans, I wonder? My mom had one too and she kept a few Cheez-its in the pocket when she was quitting smoking--and for a few years after.
ReplyDeleteWhere will you put your kleenex???