Gloves For the Winter

I need a good pair of gloves

Like the ones you have,

that pair my mamaw gave you

last Christmas.

The ones I had to bring home

wrapped

Because you said “I’m not up for the trip.”

and I cried the entire drive home

because I was too damn old

to still be spendin’ holidays

alone.

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