When I am hurt, you cover me with your warm arm.
When the rain is blowing, you hide me from coldness like a ma’am.
Only your kindness is my hope to survive in winter.
Feeling so sad to see you worn out as I grow up.
Missing you so bad during summer as you never turn up.
In December, you come back from a long trip with your soft smile.
You do not ever be defeated by a moth. But do not be itchy with your coarse cloth.
You are always natural and not synthetic.
I want to be like you, Mr Woolly-Jumper...