Together
for four decades,
our
destinies are coupled
When his aging
soul departs
will I be
torn into rags
before
being discarded
Born in a
sweat shop,
mostly blue
and gray,
a woman who
loved him
presented me
to him
He named me
‘my jacket’
Every cool
morning,
he always
put me on,
relishing
my warmth
Oh, how he
treasures me
He named me
‘my jacket’
A
suggestion: try my novel, OOOEELIE, on Kindle
No comments:
Post a Comment