Your Gray Woolen ShirtA Poem by Christina May ShanabergSometimes we place a special value on things others can't understand!
Your Gray Woolen Shirt
Everytime that I remember you, I remember your gray woolen shirt; I think of the times that we, once, knew, And the times when you gave me your heart.
That night was so very cold and frosty; You wrapped your warm shirt 'round me; Sometimes, time has passed a century, But your gray shirt still is here comforting me.
Many people don't like the feel of wool, The material that covers my broken heart; I use your shirt as a pain killing tool, That helps me to believe we are not apart.
You were as gray and old, as this torn shirt, But I loved you, up until you were called away; I never thought that I could feel such hurt; I'm glad that your old, gray shirt is here to stay.
© 2011 Christina May ShanabergAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
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