昨夜
                    父亲又走进
                    我的梦里
                    还是穿着
                    那件月白的
                    粗布衣
                    上面打着
                    牢牢的补钉
                    闪耀着
                    晃荡着
                    牵起了我
                    遥远的记忆

                    那不是
                    什么名牌
                    全都是
                    妈妈的手艺
                    她把爱
                    纺进棉线里
                    她把情
                    织在经纬里
                    她把恋
                    染在布匹上
                    她把心
                    缝在衣褂里

                    父亲很爱穿
                    妈妈作的衣
                    逢年过节
                    奔南走北
                    总见他
                    贴身穿着
                    很自豪很神气
                    入夏了
                    他披在外
                    过冬了
                    他穿在内
                    春秋不离弃

 写于2017年6月10日