There is something I cherish
about certain garments,
a favourite jumper, a well-worn
coat, slippers; my wedding shoes
and faded concert tee-shirts.
Any item of clothing that has
survived to serve for many years,
by offering the kind of comfort
only rivalled by an embrace.
The old and used (and often abused)
will never perish, they are reborn
in my memory, something I choose
to adore until it hurts,
my stained cap, that threadbare
headwear that offers comfort
only rivalled by the smile on your face.