All About Hats Poem by Shirley Harrison

You see, my hats have always been
so important to me
I hang them perfectly on the hat stand
knowing that they are right here
when I need them
I have an array of choice
and colour, not yellow though
I'm not fond of yellow
carefully choosing
which one to wear
depending on my mood
I never really thought about my hats
until the day
I was looking back at old photos
it just became increasingly clear
that my hats were present
when I was most in need of a hug
when I felt lonely
or sad
or alone feeling bad
my hats were my blanket
and they still are today
and even though
I wear them less often now
they are right there
on my beautiful iron stand
waiting for the time I put one on
placing it on my head
for the comfort it provides
and the warmth that it offers

and of course...
each and every one
just looks fabulous darling.