The faded embrace
I wear this old cardigan, worn out, yet surprisingly warm. It feels as if I'm dropping into warm water, in the icy dead of night.
The dark sea and my nana's cardigan Favoring me, my salvation Torn and ripped and patched and stitched Yet surprisingly homely, i wear it like a quiet hug
The whispers of her love, soft and near, Woven into every stitch so clear. The simple cardigan, once hers, Became mine, as time transpired.



















