Let me have the hand-me-downs,
\nfrom those who loved me,
\nand I love,
\nfor their living,
\nthe smell of their bodies
\nin the cloth.
\nThe odysseys of life inside them.
\nEdges frayed,
\nthe softness of wisdom, psalms
\nand sunrise.<\/p>\n
Hand-me-downs that assuage
\nloneliness.
\nTears dry in the seams
\nof sadness,
\nand eyes rested
\nwith the colors from the autumn
\nof their summer.
\nThe warmth of time.<\/p>\n
No one dies
\nor gets lost in a hand-me-down.
\nI have a soul,
\nlove covering me.
\nI walk in the shade
\nof someone\u2019s protection.
\nAt night I put them
\ngently down,
\nnear my sleep,
\nas if to reach out
\nand touch them again,
\nthe thousandth time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Let me have the hand-me-downs, from those who loved me, and I love, for their living, the smell of their bodies in the cloth. The…<\/p>\n