The Web Poetry Corner - Kenneth R. Bays - My Pretty Blue Jacket
My Pretty Blue Jacket
by
Kenneth R. Bays
When I was young and it would get cold,
I'd open the closet to get warm clothes.
The very first thing that I would see,
Was my pretty blue jacket that meant so much to me.
My pretty blue jacket was my best friend,
It kept me company, time and again.
It would make me happy when I would frown,
And cheer me up when I was down.
As I grew older the more I grew,
And wear it I couldn't like I wanted to.
So my pretty blue jacket I put away,
For my little daughter on her first birthday