behind the creaky old door, in the middle of the hall lay a shelf of forgotten things the old board games, a box full of mittens, nana's yellow coat, and that bright red sweater.
i had never seen that sweater, i'd remember if i had the threads are burning scarlet and it fit me like a charm.
the moment i laid eyes on it i knew that it was mine its coarse wool clung to my body like a kid clings to its mom i wrapped the cloth around me and knew that i was home.
i ran into grandma's bedroom to show her my new find only to see a weary look and hear the catch in her worn voice she said that the sweater was her father's he wore it like a champ his muscled limbs and his pale skin left it tight around his arms and she looked at me once over and then nodded her head she said, that it fit me almost perfectly and that it should be mine, instead.
so i walk these halls in my bright red sweater carrying my family history and the smell of his cologne to them it's just a fashion statement but i know it's so much more this sweater is the link across generations, across time, to my long gone grandfather who i never got to know.
the sweater is no longer on the shelf of forgotten things because my grandfather is gone but this sweater proves that he will never be forgotten.