Red Sweater

I got a red sweater today,  

It was colder than usual in a peculiar way.  

Grandma handed it to me with a grin,  

Ugly and itchy, yet my adoration blooms within.

Three sizes too big, but I don’t mind,  

Feel or quality, I’m not inclined.  

Pattern and fragility, I dismiss with ease,  

For the cotton shines bright, a comfort to appease.

I got a red sweater today.