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Friday, June 24, 2022

THE OVERCOAT

 
                I HAVE MY GRANDPA’S OVERCOAT
                IN MY CLOSET’S CORNER IT NOW SITS
                SMALL IN SIZE ANSD STATURE HE WAS
                I’VE OUTGROWN IT, IT NO LONGER FITS

                INSIDE GRANDMA EMBROIDERED HIS NAME
                HE ALWAYS WORE IT WITH PRIDE
                HE WORE IT TO THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE
                THE DAY THAT HE WAS TOLD HE WOULD DIE

                I REMEMBER MY GRANDMA CRYING
                MY GRANDPA WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES
                SINCE I WAS THEIR DRIVER THAT DAY
                ALL I COULD DO WAS SOB, ASK GOD WHY

                I WATCHED MY GRANDPA WASTE AWAY
                MY GRANDMA NEVER LEFT HIS SIDE
                WHEN HE PASSED I ASKED FOR IT
                IN REMEMBRANCE, WORE IT WITH PRIDE

                FOR ME IT BRINGS BACK FOND MEMORIES
                SOMETHING PRECIOUS I’LL ALWAYS KEEP
                I MUST BE CAREFUL WITH MY THOUGHTS
                BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME WEEP

                NOW MY GRANDPARENTS ARE BOTH GONE
                MEMENTOS OF THEM I HAVE A FEW
                MY GRANDMA’S GREEN DEPRESSION DISHES
                A CASHMERE OVERCOAT OF CHARCOAL HUE

                THEY HAVE GONE TO THEIR ETERNAL REWARD
                AND FOR ME THEY NOW PATIENTLY AWAIT
                I’M SURE THAT IF HE POSSIBLY COULD
                HE’D BE WEARING IT AT THAT PEARLY GATE!

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