A favored childhood memory of mine
The fabric has many holes, but each one had meaning
So worn and abused, but yet so loved
And, i kept it closest to me when times got tough
The little sheet of fabric was my beloved friend
I took it everywhere, and it saw all the sights it could see
No one could take it away from me
I was attached like stitches and their buttons
Now to this day I look at it
I think back, and I remembered the smile it put on my face
the happiness I found from it was unbelievable
I gave it one last look, and hugged it tightly
It was now time to say goodbye....
The fabric has many holes, but each one had meaning
So worn and abused, but yet so loved
And, i kept it closest to me when times got tough
The little sheet of fabric was my beloved friend
I took it everywhere, and it saw all the sights it could see
No one could take it away from me
I was attached like stitches and their buttons
Now to this day I look at it
I think back, and I remembered the smile it put on my face
the happiness I found from it was unbelievable
I gave it one last look, and hugged it tightly
It was now time to say goodbye....
