The Frost Blue Coat Poem by Pallavi Padma-Uday

The Frost Blue Coat
wasn't meant to be mine,
the size XL on sale for half its price
was, at best, oversized.
It shone like impenetrable frost
pasted on white petals of autumn trees,
as the lanky model sold to me
some of her emaciation.
I took a risk, either size could shrink
or the expense could bite, but
I gave in to the temptation.
It hasn't left my skin since,
except for times it goes for a wash.
In my wardrobe, chilly fur coats
compete with tartan wool trenches,
never once taken off the hangers
this winter, and I doubt, anytime soon.
What I ever truly wanted were warm hugs
and now I don't need a man.
I wear the coat, it wraps me around
like fathers embracing daughters
without judgements.