7.05.2012

darn.

I finally threw away my favorite sweater,
the one that sprouted holes in the elbows
which I darned, and darned over again.
They don't make sweaters like they used to.

I still have your sweater, scratchy wool,
leather elbow patches and many moth holes.
That sweater certainly earned its leather,
and now mostly rests in my cedar trunk.

My favorite sweater could have earned a badge
in beloved cotton/poly comforting, but still,
there was no saving it, no amount of darning
could bring back its embrace. Cold comfort now.