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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