Cloak

by bat.balien

A new life started.

When I was born - it's ages ago,

I was just a piece of warm woolen cloth.

It seemed that I was born in the wrong age.

Nobody fell in love with my dark elegance,

nobody wanted my strong texture.

So I stayed time after time

in the back of the old shop.

I saw colours leaving - red, yellow, blue,

soft velvet going to places I will never see.

One cold day, an old man passed by,

freezing and lonely, just like me.

The shop owner was sick of me,

wanted to get rid of me.

He called the old freezing man,

and tugged me from the shelf.

Finally someone seemed to value me

I would have never deared to think

so much as somebody might even like me.

My owner had made me into a cloak

a companion for the old man

to keep him warm at night and day.

A new life started.

We travelled on the street, on trains,

all across the country, north and south.

I saw the beautiful sea, snowy mountains,

people of all colors, who share the same hopes.

My friend took care of me and I kept him warm.

One day we came back to the city I was born

My friend and I had to part.

Again, I was alone, carelessly thrown in the street.

But I was stronger than before

grown of the love I have received - full of hope.

A little Chinese girl picked me up,

washed me, brushed me, made me whole again.

I was wrapped in silky paper, with a bow on top,

presented to a strange looking young man.

Gentle, big hands unwrapped me,

touched me softly, lovingly.

No words were spoken,

but all three of us knew, I am home again.

A new life started.

We travelled together, not all alone anymore.

He took care of me, I kept him warm.

I gave him the sun I have felt in the mountains

when we were sitting alone at the pool.

I gave him the warmth I have felt by the sea,

when we walked to visit his friend deep in the tunnels.

I gave him the love and hope I have felt

in people of all kinds who fought to be happy and free.

I gave him a place to hide in the shadows of the night,

when we visited the world above.

But still, he was alone,

sometimes I was his only friend.

One day our life changed.

We found a woman, saved her,

he kept her safe, I kept them warm.

They were made for each other just like him and me.

A new life started.

From now on, we visited her almost every night

sat on her balcony, sometimes alone.

I kept him warm while we waited,

I kept him company.

When she joined him, after some time,

he pulled her closer, and I warmed them both.

Their love filled my threads, filled my soul.

They are my family - they are my life.

One day I might have to part from them,

when I will have grown old and shabby.

I will leave in happiness - a happy life ends.