Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Shall I Make You a Jumper

The tartan plaids are passé’, the new young hip fabric designer said.
She brought out the bolts of her new fall line and I gasped with joy.
I had never seen such beauty on a plain brown background of wool.
I reached to stroke the material, loving the oranges, pinks and yellows.
This is so gorgeous! I told her. I am delighted with it! I love it; LOVE IT!
She was pleased. Shall I make you a jumper?
No thanks, I reluctantly told her. I am allergic to wool.
My fingers began turning red.

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L Milton Hankins September 5, 2022 at 9:57 AM Strange! Deb was allergic to wool. Unwittingly, I once bought her a gorgeous wool sweater that she could never wear. I learned my lesson. Caren Krutsinger September 6, 2022 at 3:06 AM I have had many wool gifts which I also could not wear. I break out all red and itchy when I get near it, but it is gorgeous!