The Grey Cardigan Poem by Francie Lynch

When your time closes in
Faster than sound or light,
I wish you to be worn out
And threadbare,
Like the Velveteen Rabbit;
Tattered, using a walker and a stair chair,
With my cane and umbrella waiting
By your door.
I hope you're wearing the cardigan
I got you this Christmas,
Mended and draped over your frail shoulders,
Struggling with your hair,
With the arms round your waist.
I pray you have children bringing children
To feast on shortbread and tea.
I see you alone, at times, in tranquility,
Remembering your father,
Who loved you so much,
He prays for your wrinkles.