The Sweater

 The Sweater


She wears his old sweater

darned at the elbow 

frayed on the sleeve

When she’s feeling low


 how are you doing? I ask

(I want to understand)

how are you doing? I ask 

 (It’s been thirty years)


I wait for her reply

You can go now, she says 

Come back tomorrow

 I’m sorry  I’m not myself today.



Prompt: write a meditation on grief in the form of Geoffrey Brock’s poem Goodbye. https://poets.org/poem/goodbye-0

Comments

  1. Kim M. RussellApril 10, 2026 at 5:03 AM

    Heart-breaking and poignant. I love this poem!

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  2. RuchiraApril 10, 2026 at 5:46 AM

    Stunning in its simplicity and sharpness.

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  3. SmithaApril 10, 2026 at 6:25 AM

    Heartbreaking and poignant. You showed that grief has no expiry date.

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