Slip your hand in this warm glove
And feel the warmth that is our love,
A leathered outer for the cold,
A woollen lining to enfold
Your kind and gentle hand, my son.
Your ma and me are life’s old pair,
Like gloves we weather and we share
Life’s journey thro’ all good and wrong,
Old gloves we are who sing love’s song
For you, my boy. We are your sun.
We know that all the words you sew
And stitch along the line to glow
Like diamonds will a world amaze,
Inspire the mind to flame and blaze,
Eternal lines, well-stitched and done.
So wear these gloves for life, my boy,
Through love and anger, sadness, joy,
Yours to fit those wondrous fingers,
Yours in which our love still lingers
To keep you warm when we are gone.
Commended in the Poetry Kit international poetry competition, 2025.