My Favorite Sweater by Bonnie Highsmith Taylor My favorite sweater grew too small. I love that sweater best of all. My grandma made it when I was three. She made that sweater just for me. I picked the yam , a special blue. The color of bluebells, wet with dew . When I was three I was very small. But now I'm five and much too tall. I have a new jacket now that's green. So I gave my sweater to our cat Queen. Queen just had kittens out in the shed  . My favorite sweater is now their bed. What do we know from the poem?
The girl doesn't like the sweater any more. The sweater is too small for the girl now. The girl has got a new blue jacket now. The girl's grandma loves blue very much.