I never forgot to dress you,
it's just that you were particular
about thefeel of the cloth.
You always stated the simple annoyances.
You blamed mefor decorating your
simple words.
The hat you wore was not as easy to pulloff
as it said on the shiny label ...
the label recited it to me in commonverse
by your lips that never did
always know if the snow could touch
usin a different way.
I knew this all too well.
You see I never did forget towrap you
in all of that precious warmth of
sensational memories.
It'sjust that you were particular
and indecisive.
I gave you gloves to warmyour hands,
when you tired them out from flapping
and tossing themaround.
Yet, the feeling of throwing them taught
you that strength was easyto find.
I tried to dress you many times,
you were particular, soparticular.
The rub of the cloth set you afire.
It was not easy towear,
but it always kept me warm ...
to dress that way.