Clothes
When packing, they're in first;
when washing, they're off last.
As I begin this new chapter,
new setting,
new characters,
new scene,
(same costumes),
they'll be with me every step,
every wave hello
every run and test and goodnight rest
on my way.
I would not leave without them
I blush just to think of it.
Even when they don't quite fit
I pull stretch buckle them
into submission,
into comfort or style,
Some I've had for quite a while.
Handed down, passed around
torn and mended like my heart
that sits on the sleeve,
baring its scars; not collected in jars.
So as I head off to college next fall,
(my head won't be bare
my jeans still won't flare)
I'll bring them all along.