When I was just a child of four
Or maybe it was three
I remember mamma’s winter coat
As clearly as can be
I always thought it funny
That she could wear it either way
One side was speckled tweed
And the other furry gray
It hung in folds around her calves
Voluminous in style
And as she’d twist and swirl
It would always make me smile
When she wore it in the snow
She looked just like a bear
Playing in the drifts with me
White flakes upon her hair
Although it was too big for me
I never could resist
To find a way to wrap inside
And so I would persist
I’d tip toe to the closet
Quietly open wide the door
Tug gently on at the coat
Until it tumbled to the floor
Then gather in my arms
The object of my delight
And hurry to the wing chair
No one knowing of my flight
I would open up the coat
And arrange it on the seat
Then climb up in the middle
My task was near complete
Now to pull each side around me
And block out all I feared
In this soft and furry cocoon
Until I disappeared
I wish I had that coat today
To wrap around me tight
To shield me from the pain of life
To block it from my sight
To be that little girl again
To hide in furry bliss
I dreamt the other night
I could feel my mamma’s kiss