Ode To a Frayed Sweater

Each time I put it on I notice frays

The colored fibers are no longer bright

A yellow cast has taken over white

This sweater surely has seen better days

The surface yarns are full of pulls and strays

The weave’s too thin to keep me warm at night

though I’m not, so it’s grown a little tight

but in my dresser that old sweater stays

For it gives me a warmth that I can’t buy

that I can't purchase new at any store

It’s thick with memories woven in the ply

so I just love that sweater even more

To some things we must hold on tight and true

They cannot be replaced with something new.

submitted for Form For All, The Librarian, the Poet, and the Snowblower (Miltonian Sonnets), at dVerse Poets Pub