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
Heart-breaking and poignant. I love this poem!
ReplyDeleteStunning in its simplicity and sharpness.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking and poignant. You showed that grief has no expiry date.
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