'Grandma, where is my black suit? ' <br />My answer was vague, not absolute. <br /> <br />'Oh. I am sure that you have gown too tall… <br />We’ll get another for you when it comes fall.' <br /> <br />I did not give details and I certainly did mislead. <br />'I gave it away to someone who was in need.' <br /> <br />He did not recognize a single woven thread <br />As his granddad’s eulogy was solemnly read. <br /> <br />The decision had been frantic, in a stressful scramble. <br />Grandfather’s suits were too large, so I took a gamble. <br /> <br />Illness had slowly reduce a strong man’s vibrant stature <br />Cancer was an overwhelming and ravenous snatcher. <br /> <br />His diminished size required much smaller attire. <br />Time was running out, it was necessary to acquire. <br /> <br />For his farewell, he wore a suit of innocence and youth. <br />Grandson, will you forgive me when I tell you the truth?<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-is-my-suit/
