The Sweater

More than just a cloak
against the chill of the day;
pulled from the back of her closet,
it wrapped her in memories
of another day, 
so many years before

Memories of firsts
— the first time she’d worn it;
the first time he’d slipped it 
from her shoulders —

The touch of his fingers 
still lingered on the buttons
like the patina 
on a treasured keepsake;
the sound of his sighs 
still whispered between the threads
delicately woven into the fabric 
softly draped against her skin,
bearing moments of both tenderness
and passion;
 the look in his eyes
as he had unwrapped her
still reflected 
from the soft shade of blue
 
She hadn’t worn it in years
but the memories remained
as vivid as the day they’d made them;
precious memories
 of a time spent in 
— and out of—
the sweater.
 
 
 

september 2007
Janet Reid 
 



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Sept 17, 2007






Awarded by Poetic Constellations