Sweater

Sweater's warmth and this heart of mine beating

The warmth

An early morning 

Hair not yet in my pony

A sweater, a warmth, a security, and fresh spring blossoms' fragrance

Hurrying to say so long

Running alongside the fence 

"I chase"

like so many before me

Waving so long

Hearts beating fast

Not wanting to see them go

My legs not quite running as fast as my heart beating to my loves, those leaving

I wave 

I hope 

I wait 

I take a deep breath

Inhale deeply the sweater's weather fragrance 

I'm held close, warm home ahead 

I'm held with the memories and those that love me and I them

About this poem: Sweater's warmth and this heart of mine beating is a poem about our granddaughter walking outside with Nana's sweater. She was running with her dad, holding his hand, to say goodbye to her cousins driving the car up the road. Her legs and heart going as fast as they could to wave and "chase the car", as she exclaimed, as she said goodbye. We have done the same gesture over the years. So hard to see those you love leave, after having a wonderful time together! My heart was beating for both of them as they captured this memory together. - Joe Holuta