Mending Socks Poem by Iohannes Silvaticus
Mending Socks
If need be
I'd mend the holes
In all of your socks,
And hope that you'd love me
Eventually, forever maybe.
I know how uncomfortable
It feels as your toes
Find their way into those holes,
And I never want you to
Be uncomfortable again.
Never uncomfortable again
So much so that I wouldn't mind
Mending socks quietly,
You never knowing that
It was always me.
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