Oatmeal

A poem.

Photo by Dessy Dimcheva on Unsplash

I have a new sweater, and the color
is called oatmeal. Just saying that aloud
makes me smile.

Oatmeal.

There’s something so warm about that
word — and it’s got nothing to do with spun
yarn or cozy fabrics, but rather, the pictures
that oatmeal conjures and brings.