The shawl that hangs over the post of my bed
My shoulders keeps warm my neck and my head
I take it to cover my hips at the beach
Over my skirts my shawl's always in reach

My shawl has swirls lovely  gold, teal, and rose
Lightly perfumed not to offend the nose
Of course I use naught but Chanel number five
My shawl's kaleidoscope swirls seem alive

It takes me to other worlds and other times
Makes me think of words and oft many rhymes
I sure love that shawl for it is quite a friend
And with that said this poem comes to an end

Jane Noponen Perinacci