Faded Memories

Tuesday April2








I'm so sad.
My favorite Osh Kosh pants are
well-worn, faded, and patched
and too short to wear and mom says,
"They can't be saved!"

I'm so sad.
Dad and  my 3 brothers wore them
and now they're mine
for the very last time and mom says,
"They can't be saved!"

I'm so sad.
My hands rest in warm worn-out pockets
fingers brush tattered torn cuffs -
all scars of play and adventures and mom says,
"They can't be saved!"

Mom smiles,
"Don't be sad,
there are memories and stories stitched in                                                                   
pieces of those faded and well-worn pants!
Those can be saved."