Nov 4, 2025
From Time to Time
To be held by caring hands like an old favorite book
For my pages are also dog-eared and tattered
To be carried like an old family tacklebox to a brook
For my boxes, too, are disorganized and scattered
To be cradled like a security-blanket-teddy bear
For I, too, have lost my buttons and popped stitches
To be seasoned like heirloom cast-iron cookware
For my metal, too, has been tested and tempered
To be worn like an old sentimental battle vest
For my stains, too, have set with beautiful memories
To be traced by fingertips on a decorative armrest
For my embroidery, too, has frayed after centuries
