This month, I am linking with Two Writing Teachers' Slice of Life group sharing bits and pieces of life. A few days ago, Julie shared about an old jacket that stirred memories, and while I was putting away a sweater purchased many years ago, the memories came flooding back to me. Julie's post
Why we went there?
On a rainy spring afternoon,
Six months after the accident 
Altering the direction of their lives.
After a long ride, plenty of laughs, some tears,
We found the last stop for J Crew clothing,
Odd sizes, strange designs, bizarre colors,
Some uglier than you can imagine.
Under flickering flourescents,
Nestled in a sea of pants, coats
We found this a sweater that
Looked like grandma had pieced by hand.
She went from high school to college,
Spent years earning a doctorate until
Stretched like the famous Mitten
She retired to my closet.
Threadbare and blessed with holes,
She waits for days when
I need a hug, or to
Savor the memories.
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Some things just can't be discarded because of the memories they hold. arjeha
Oh, what a sweet sentiment - to hug a holey sweater for all the feels and memories! Such a great reason to keep it as a connection - a thread through time!
Clothes are such comfort, and perhaps not if the memory is unpleasant. (Discard those togs!) I am a sucker for alliteration "flickering fluorescents" and personification, "She went from high school to college, /Spent years earning a doctorate /until Stretched like the famous Mitten/She retired to my closet." I also admire the brilliance of stretched both as an academic and as...a precious sweater. What a wonderful poem.
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