This is a poem for my 4 year old granddaughter about my fuzzy pajamas, a gift from her. |
Quite some time ago, When I can’t recall. A special gift was given me By my granddaughter so small. A pair of fuzzy jammies So soft and cuddily With penguins playing in the snow, They filled my heart with glee. For a year, I wore those jammies, Morning, afternoon and night Until all who saw them said, They were a threadbare sight. One sad night I knew I had to throw them away I replaced them with another pair, For which I had to pay. As I snuggled into bed, I felt I'd lost a friend. I was cold and couldn’t rest I thought the night would never end. Finally I fell asleep And slept for a little while Then I awoke, sat up in bed, And could not help but smile. Magically it happened My jammies were on me Not torn, worn out and tattered, But brand new ones, you see. For many years these jammies, Have given me delight And warmth and comfort in my bed When I couldn’t sleep at night. Every time that they wear out And I throw them away. A new pair suddenly appears And I know they're here to stay The mystery of the jammies Has not been solved to date. I hope one day the answer comes Before, sadly, it's too late. My granddaughter now has grown And gone out on her own But when she comes home to me, She is always shown A brand new pair of jammies With penguins in the snow. And I thank her once again For her gift of long ago. |