Bossy walked through her house
And she saw nothing odd
Just dog hair and dust
Collecting! Oh gahhhh‘d
She was deep in her thoughts
When, suddenly, she spied it
She saw the pale grey ski coat
With nobody inside it
She wasn’t scared. But yet, she stopped
Why would a coat be there?
Why would the coat of Bossy’s son
Be sitting in the chair?
And then it moved
That empty coat
It flipped the magazine
The coat was resting near the fire
It was really quite serene
“Why are you here?”
Old Bossy said,
“And not in New York City?
Lord knows you’d warm dear Bossy’s son
Even though you’re not that pretty.”
Just then the pale grey ski coat
Threw down the Martha Stewart
It swished past Bossy in a huff
On its way to find support
The coat, it snuggled with the Dane
In the cluttered family room
It seemed depressed, that pale grey coat
One pound of down-filled gloom
“How ‘bout TV?” Bossy suggested
“You can watch your favorite show.
Barefoot Contessa is almost on!”
But the coat shook itself no
“How ‘bout a romp on Bossy’s site?
Last post is mighty clever!”
But the pale grey coat slumped in its chair
Not cheery whatsoever
Bossy thought fresh air would do it good
So she tossed keys to her car
But the coat can’t drive a stick
So, alas, it didn’t go far
“That’s OK,” Bossy said, “Remember the swing?
You spent many a day and a night there!”
But the allure was gone on that old plank of wood
Without a warm body to share
So the coat, it propelled, up to the porch,
Grabbed a chair for a sun-drenched sit
But the scene was too quiet for a pale grey coat
With nobody inside it
Bossy thought, “I do not fear this coat,
With nobody inside it. This coat, it doesn’t make me sad.”
She thought that, but she lied it
Because Bossy couldn’t see this coat
Without thinking of her son
And the many years he had this on
While setting off toward fun
“Bossy thinks she knows why you are blue,”
Bossy whispered to the coat
“You miss your boy, and so do we,
We’re rocking the same boat.”
And then a strange thing happened
Why, that coat began to laugh!
Of course it didn’t really,
But Bossy did on its behalf
And then she put her arm around
That nylon stuffed with feathers
And said, “What if Bossy puts you on
Throughout this winter weather?”
Well, ski coat was so happy that
The pale began to shine
And it pounded on those pads with sticks
Like its boy did for drum line
And that night it rested soundly
In the bed of Bossy’s son
‘Cause of course it’s not a pea coat
And its status was hard won
Now Bossy and the coat meet daily
Behind the closet door
Where she’ll throw it over shoulders
So the two can bond some more
The Domestic Goddess saysDecember 20, 2010 at 9:19 am
I like that there coat. Pea coat. BAH. Ski jackets are the new pink.
Heather aka Epiphany Alone saysDecember 20, 2010 at 9:41 am
I love it! What a great coat 🙂
Aimee saysDecember 20, 2010 at 9:56 am
awww! When my big Brother went off to college I used to sleep in his room when I was lonely. I see myself wearing my kiddos’ coats when they are in college too!
Angela@beggingtheanswer saysDecember 20, 2010 at 10:02 am
Awww…..I’m all stressed out with holiday preparations, and this made my heart melt a little.
L saysDecember 20, 2010 at 10:07 am
This is the reason I keep coming back day after day to read your blog. You make my day. I need my dose of Bossy every day.
Debby saysDecember 20, 2010 at 10:15 am
Sweet! Seriously. Great job Bossy!
pkzcass saysDecember 20, 2010 at 11:00 am
Didn’t you post something like this last year? Or do I have ESP?
Shelley saysDecember 20, 2010 at 11:25 am
I remember this post from last year. Still sweet, and still brings a tear! I have one away that I miss too.
Olivia saysDecember 20, 2010 at 11:59 am
And Olivia has a bear or two
From her own kiddies’ youth.
They snuggle on Old Livvy’s bed
Though Livvy’s long in the tooth.
One’s named Bob and one’s named Walt,
George is yet to come.
For now he’s packed in some dark box
In the possession of youngest son.
Ah yes, when fledglings fly the nest
It’s hard on Mama birds.
But someday they’ll come home to visit
bringing grandkids by the herds.
Lori saysDecember 20, 2010 at 12:14 pm
You two make a great pair. Bond on!
Meghan saysDecember 20, 2010 at 12:15 pm
This reminds me of a photo shoot my father took of my teddy bear, Augie, while I was studying in Spain. My sentimental father sent me a care package for Valentine’s Day with a pictorial of Augie’s recent days. Augie was at the computer emailing me, watching Ally McBeal, driving my rusty Saab, and pointing to me on a globe. Boy, did my mother have her work cut out for her to convince me that a 21-year-old college girl did not need to travel abroad with a teddy bear.
Bonnie saysDecember 20, 2010 at 12:53 pm
Yay! That was terrific! So talented you are!
foolery saysDecember 20, 2010 at 1:05 pm
Just as good the second time around, or maybe even better. Warm coat wishes to the BOSSY family, all.
Jason saysDecember 20, 2010 at 1:30 pm
That was funny, poignant, weird, sweet, and just a tad bit disturbing, all at once. That was perfect.
jp saysDecember 20, 2010 at 1:45 pm
I need me some of whatever meds you are on!
Gramps saysDecember 20, 2010 at 2:20 pm
Bossy is a regular Edgar Allen Poe. (Sorry, only poet I could think of in a hurry), plus I always liked “Quoth”
joeinvegas saysDecember 20, 2010 at 2:55 pm
Sorry Bossy’s son wasn’t in it, but hopefully he’ll be home for Christmas.
Love the white lawns you guys have.
Carroll saysDecember 20, 2010 at 4:02 pm
I still wear with love and contentment the coat my son acquired in high school. He’s almost 37.
Life with Kaishon saysDecember 20, 2010 at 4:43 pm
You are outstandingly creative. : )
Blog Princess saysDecember 20, 2010 at 6:33 pm
Hope you’re recuperating well, Ms Bossy!
Deb saysDecember 20, 2010 at 8:25 pm
Bossy’s Son, go home and cuddle your mama!
Notmuchofacook saysDecember 20, 2010 at 9:11 pm
I love seeing photos of your house. It’s so cute and I love all the little design elements. I especially love the twinkle lights and the blue color in the back of your bookcases. Oh, and I like your dining room table, too. I also love the photos you posted of your moms kitchen.
p.j. saysDecember 20, 2010 at 9:50 pm
Ah, Bossy! I hope your surgery was successful and that you are well on the way to a complete healing!
This post brought tears to my eyes when you first published it during your son’s freshman year . . . ’cause my son was also far away for the first time. I can’t believe they are now juniors! My guy finished exams this afternoon, and is probably somewhere, finally celebrating his 21st Birthday, which was Friday. Thanks for posting this post again . . .it brought me a smile and a tear. The boys will be home soon.
Take care, p.j.
Kalle saysDecember 21, 2010 at 3:34 am
Funny, #11, my mom cried when I wasn’t going to take my big stuffed turtle on my study abroad. She won and I brought it. God love sentimental parents! I hope your son comes home soon, Bossy!
MsMamaB saysDecember 21, 2010 at 4:58 am
you are so stinkin’ cute!
Leaf Probably saysDecember 21, 2010 at 7:54 am
Very clever – I definitely couldn’t do an entire post in verse – I’d get stuck on the first line, because nothing rhymes with Orange.
Mrs. Tuna saysDecember 21, 2010 at 3:02 pm
I did a similar post in October called Michelle Little Black Sweater http://workingwomansguidetodinner.blogspot.com/2010/10/adventures-of-michelle-ps-sweater.html
My friend’s sweater couldn’t play the drums however, or carry a tune like Bossy’s sons coat.
Liz saysDecember 22, 2010 at 1:42 am
This poem and the pics totally made my day. Thank you! I am envious of your creativity and think I need to flex my mental muscles now.
Krystyn saysDecember 22, 2010 at 11:18 am
This made me teary eyed. My oldest comes home next week, and his coat has been laid out on his bed since he left in November. I pass it every morning and count the days.
Suburban Kamikaze saysDecember 24, 2010 at 11:18 am
I am thinking of all the dirty socks that will be walking around by themselves in my house when Boy, Esq. leaves for college in a few years – but so far no poetry comes to mind.