The Irish Sweater

This poem is entered in "The Writer's Cramp"  for December 14, 2019.

Here is the prompt: Write a story or poem about being stuck in bad weather in December.


The Irish Sweater

Found it in Galway in a sweater shop,
Many Decembers ago
my trusty Irish Sweater
keeps me safe and warm while the snow and wind trap me inside

Or maybe it just keeps me warm
and I feel safe from the weather and all its perils,
safe from the inevitable march of time
the clock clicking off another Christmas

It's all about the layers, so they say
and seems like it would be scratchy
but it's more like a warm hug from my Aunt Catherine
all the way from Galway, Ireland

my home away from home
one December when all seemed lost
and indeed it was
and I hold on to that sweater and everything my aunt gave me

and all the safety and home it represents ~
when I touch it with my hands and heart
while the snow rages outside
and my basset hound snores on her cozy bed with fresh covers ~

Feels like home to me...

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