The Woolen Coat
Juanita Bynoe
The room that once was my grandfather’s,
laid a brown woolen coat that hung on
my closet door.
The woolen coat stayed hung,
to symbolize the presence of my long-past
Grandad.
Granddad had a love for woolen coats,
especially to match his Sunday best suit.
Who could imagine his sweet soul
was put to rest so soon?
Looking at the sky-blue walls,
I pictured his ocean-blue eyes staring
into my chestnut eyes.
My face began to sob as my cheeks melted,
a tear came sliding down my face.
I once sat in this same room,
where my grandad spoke childhood
memories to teach me a valuable lesson.
His laugh was unique and danced
in my mind, I remember enjoying
our laughs.
Grandad and I had our little disagreements,
but one thing for sure he loved me.
The woolen coat that once was there,
was taken from the sky-blue room.
I still feel my grandad’s soul,
through the blue walls of my room.The blue walls are the heaven
skies where my grandad rest peacefully.
