The Sweater


If I should lose my stately home,
my woolen sweater will be my dome

If the Pope shall doom me forever to roam,
I'll travel in my sweater, appeal in Rome

If my love sends me a farewell letter,
I'll seek emotional shelter inside my sweater

To my knowledge there is no place better,
than the woolen space inside my sweater

You'd find no places any wetter
than my two eyes, should I lose my sweater

Anna knitted me a sweater of Icelandic wool,
wearing it, I'm the epitome of cool

I'd weep like rain, a grieving fool,
if I should lose that sweater of wool

Anna knew how to measure and knit,
to make that tight-knitted sweater really fit

Inside Anna's sweater I'm always at ease;
I'm cosy & warm & never will freeze

My entire world is knitted and tight
in a sweater that holds Anna's spiritual light




Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-04-03 at 13:56

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