Fall is here
And out comes my ratty sweater
That I cannot throw out!
It has patches on the elbows
And strings that hang down like Spanish moss.
I believe that Reagan was President
When I bought it.
Or was it a gift?
I can’t remember.
I have worn it to cut grass
To do small engine repairs
(with mixed results).
I have worn it hiking and biking.
It has warded off the chill on several continents.
I was wearing it when I heard that my father had died.
I wore it speaking to my soldier son in Afghanistan
I have laughed in it, cried in it,
Wooed in it and stewed in it.
I am going to put it on to water
The sorry mess that is my garden,
But I won’t throw it out.
It is my flag of victory