Mom-Mom's Sweater

Sarah Abbott

Guitars are strumming,

folks are laughing,

joy is falling

with the season.

Blushing cheeks

match the changing

leaves, on the oaks,

and the maples.

It's been a while,

but I'm wearing Mom-Mom's sweater,

and the streaks of soft fabric

resemble the patches of baby blue,

rosy pink, and puffy white

in the new-morning sky.

Air is sharp,

the sun shines bright,

my body is warm while I embrace

the cherry-red ceramic

with hot tea and honey.

 

  • Author: Sarah Abbott (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2016 19:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: When my Mom-Mom (my Grandma) passed away a couple of years ago, I was given some of her sweaters as a Christmas gift from my parents. It's hard to wear them sometimes, but today, I wore one while working at a farmers market in Massachusetts. Wearing Mom-Mom's sweater led me to reminisce about being home in The Adirondack Park during the fall season; I used to bundle up in large sweaters and wool socks, and I almost always had a cup of tea in my hands to help keep me warm. This poem is essentially a mix of some of my favorite autumn moments, with one special person in mind. The image was taken last weekend when I took the opportunity to visit home- I was happy to see the colorful nature again.
  • Category: Family
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Comments3

  • Tony36

    Great write and wonderful tribute

    • Sarah Abbott

      Thank you very much! I appreciate that 🙂

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Anna Becker

        I really like the rhythm of this poem!

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        WELCOME SARAH ~ For a very beautiful and personal poem ~ it made me cry ~ thinking of you MOM MOM and the joy and memories wearing her sweater gave you. Fall in MASS is awesome (I'm from UK) and what better place than a Farmers Market I can smell the FRUIT and VEG and I got my PUMPKIN yesterday to hollow for Halloween and make PUMPKIN SOUP ~ delicious ! I love "free verse" poetry and yours flows like mapla syrup and honey ! Thanks for caring and sharing ~ more please ~ YOURS BRIAN

        • Sarah Abbott

          Oh, thank you so much! I am so happy you enjoyed it!



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