You entered my life, stiff and fresh.
There were days when you just...
hung out,lounged or cuddled in a corner.
I remember the days when we would;
Run through the pastures or stroll
the city sidewalks.
We were inseparable.
We were like best friends.
You would hold my treasures,my secrets
and protect them as your own.
It was always you and me.
The day came when we parted.
We had been together for a long,long time.
Days I left you home,I felt naked.
Well my friend you are gone now.
We will never romp together again.
You became so weak and fragile,
I didn't have the heart to just toss you.
I packed you neatly in a carton
and tucked you carefully away.
Everytime I visit you,I remember
what we shared.
You were my best friend. Trusting and true.
Even till today your shade a faded blue.
Your name by any means,
was just a name. They called you... JEANS.
Smilesz. indeed a heartwarming tribute, Linda. U had me guessing there for a minute...and then , towards the last line, u had me reeling in revelation. 'JEANS??' hahah... Literal representation of this fabric's wonders. great job. i wear jeans pretty often too...Smilesz. Interesting title too. ;)
Hi Linda, Nice work there. Truly a fitting tribute to this awesome piece of cloth. congrats. Shashi
Bell bottom blues i remembered laying on the floor free as the breeze no locks on three of the four doors feet in the air,long beaded hair Janis screaming try try try just a little bit HARDER lol LOVE YOUR Memories wrote here,very clever! L&P