My Nana's Gift

A Sweater I Regret

Cynthia Harlan
In hues of yellow, green and blue in stripes upon my chest

Knitted for me with Nana's love in colors she thought best

A fake smile upon my face, I thanked her for the sweater

But to myself I couldn't help but think, I wish her tastes were better.

My mother made me wear the thing

Cause to my Nana joy it bring

Why couldn't they just see?

How wearing it embarrassed me?

My mother said to be polite is a lesson we all must learn

I suppose that means that I cannot ever my sweater burn

The only hope that I have now, the only one I know

Is that one day soon, the sweater I'll outgrow.

Published by Cynthia Harlan

I am 52 years old and have been writing since I was 14. I have 8 kids & 17 grandkids. I have a lot of life experience. I have written several articles both for associatedcontent.com and Helium.com about c...  View profile

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