Socks From Dad

 

The socks Dad gave me his last Christmas with me are tearing.

The socks Dad gave me my last birthday with him are tearing.

I thought about mending them,

Making them last just a bit longer.

But into the trash they went.

They are just socks,

Just socks from Dad

And not Dad himself.

Sometimes you just have to let things go.




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