SHORTSIGHTED

Your outstretched arm
handing over what I thought was a wardrobe,
Put this on.

But, you were empty-handed of anything fabric.
Browse met; forehead furrowed.
Is that a favorite?” you asked.
Now that threw me into the maze.

Lifting the other arm like that of daddy’s
when I’d get a warm hug on cold days,
you spoke again, “Please wear this.

© Gheeneil

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: