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Mom’s Sweater

Mom’s Sweater

I have a dresser full of sweaters

that Mom knit for me. I wear them

for doctor’s appointments, holiday pot lucks

that I need to look better than my everyday

long sleeve T-shirt and vest.

She never knit one for herself.

I have the one she wore all the time,

store bought. It has a Nordic pattern

of browns and grays on the top, cream colored

body, brown cuffs and plastic buttons colored

to look like wood. It fits me but I can’t button it,

still, it is warm and comfortable. She would tuck

a Kleenex into the sleeve. 

I draped it on the old rocking chair

for several seasons. Now, for some reason

I wear it rather than the ones she knit.

                                                            Green Silk Journal

                                                            2025

                                                            nominated for Pushcart Prize