Blue Hoodie Poem by Autumn Pritchard

When ever I see

Blue hoodies

It is a cold winter day

And I am without a jacket on the playground just a girl two years younger

Having a conversation with a friend, while shivering

But still smiling.

It was so cold I could see my breath, drops condensing

on the cold metal bars of the swing set.

Me and my friend are still talking, but then he

Notices

I'm

Cold.

He hands me his blue hoodie as I hold it like a goody

And wrap it around myself with us both smiling as we continue to talk.

But that's not my story

My story is that I am sitting atop the monkey bars with my

Friend who is wearing a blue hoodie on, it was mid Autumn and

The leaves had just started to fall. One had fell on

My lap as we laughed. The wind gave another blow as

It gave me shiver, but all I could was stare

At the blue hoodie, while he looked down