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....