She loved that cardigan

really took to it,

good quality

had it from new

not a strong colour but versatile

warm and cosy

 

handy for nipping to the shops in

good for evenings spent indoors.

 

She wore it in all weathers.

Never saw her without it

I expect she wore it to bed.

She couldn't bear the cold

and telling me that over and over

somehow must have justified her wearing it so often. 

 

One other thing

I nearly forgot

when she died we cleared the lot out

except for that lovely cardigan

we didn't have the heart

to separate them,

so up in flames it went. 

 

A lovely funeral it was,

a heatwave on the day as I remember.