4/23/24

ODE TO A PAIR OF SOCKS

A cherished gift from a special friend,
Now worn and frayed and reached their end.
They came from Arizona, I was told,  
With hues so vibrant, patterns so bold.

Compliments flowed like rivers wide,
Every time we stepped outside.
But time wore on, and wear they did,
And holes appeared where colors once hid.

I tried to mend them and stitch with care,
But alas, they reached a final wear.
Though now they're gone, their memory stays,
A sweet remembrance of colorful days.

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7 comments:

  1. Awww - they were cute socks! And a special gift too!

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  2. Maybe you can find replacements online!

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  3. Awww. They are very cool socks, and you are a very good poet. At least you have the photos to remember them by.

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  4. Wow, terrific poem on the Ode to your special socks.
    Sad to see our favorite things go away but the memories linger.
    Sue

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  5. Hello...new here!
    I am also a Great-Granny. Isn't it fun?
    Love the socks...colorful and holy...just like I like them! lol
    Happy weekend
    hugs
    Donna

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  6. Fun colorful socks and from a friend. That is a great gift.

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  7. Create a fun photo collage of your socks, so you'll always have the memory. I find them so cute, and I bet they're warm cozy too! 🧦📸

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