A Sweater Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Sweater
The winds are pleasant,
And the winter has gone,
While packing my woolen wares,
A white sweater brought tears in my eyes,
I can't wear it any more but every year,
I take it out and hang it with others,
Fifty years ago she saw the design,
And asked a lady how to knit it,
The lady smiled and said proudly,
Take it for a day or two,
Copy the design if you can,
She brought it watched it,
And learnt the secret,
The design was formed,
Just by knitting from both sides,
She returned the sweater to the proud lady,
Brought white wool and knitted the sweater,
In just two days, and gifted it to me,
On my twentieth birthday,
I was lean at that time,
The proud lady when saw me in the sweater,
Could not say anything just smiled,
My sweet mother! Who says you're dead?
I still see you in the token of your love.
A heart touching poem..................................10
Beautiful memories about a loving mother. She was willing to take any amount of pain to please her youthful son.... Now that sweater remains a sweet reminder of a mother's warmth! A great tribute!
Original and such sweet memories of your beloved mother who knitted that sweater with pride, joy and love in her eyes to give to you, a gift that is a symbol of her great love for you! A beautiful write!
Groovy composition. Beautiful envision about mother's love through a sweater. Many many thanks sir.
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5/16/2024 8:52:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very touching poem. Thank you for sharing.