Swirls of Blue and Gold
Lassoed and laced
Stitched with love, and warmth
Into that knitted item
But I gave it away-
To a young little boy, shivering in winter gale
Snot running, down his nose
Looks of bewilderment and despair
With the winter wind blow
His Mother said, he lost the other
I gave him mine,
To keep him warm and safe,
A little help on this winter day
I did love what you made for me
But, I loved you more,
It didn't fit me, as well as you,
Not as well,
As you,
Did
T. Plotz
As Well As You
8 MAY 2017
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