Peace Signs On Denim Pockets
She held on to her blue jeans
From our younger, college days
With peace signs painted on each back pocket
And that worn-almost-every-day fade
But thirty years and four grown kids
Changed her girlish shape
Still those jeans hung in our closet
In a most prominent place
She dreamt of one day wearing them again
Pouring herself inside them like before
I tried to always reassure her
It’s the woman inside that I adore
Now illness has a way
Of removing unwanted pounds
Though not the way she planned it out
She could fit them on again she found
The quilt we made in her memory
Has many patches from times in her life
The peace signs on denim pockets
Are the patches that I most like
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