You were a burden at 13
A pointless piece of fabric.
“No. No I’m not wearing a vest”. Red faced replies to mean boys on the bus.
It’s all changed though. 33 years later
On a cold morning I calculate my layers
I work out if I could fit you in
Will you be seen?
Shall I tuck you in or leave you out.
You will make me happy. The extra layer.
The lovely soft warmy layer.
My secret Vest.