just make sure its from the heart,
she said it as she sat back,
my red hat almost finished.
its the one I wear in the cold.
it seems that life cannot help but buildup.
it just comes, or goes maybe,
but somewhere in that middle
something special happens.
a lot of love went into these red stitches,
and they keep me warm in the wind.
1 comment:
You are making your way up my list of favorite poets.
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