Some R

Written by: Patrick Cornwall

You stowed our love to use at your  convenience.

Pulled me out when the weather grew cold .

You wore me as was needed and I was your medication.

I blanketed you with my love and was taken as prescribed.


But you thawed of my heat and you grew cool in spring.

And the days grew quite warm ,you folded me into the bundles you loved.

I wasn't useless so I stayed in your presence and the March roared.

Felt like a hero when it rained with snow mixed in and I mattered.


The sheets  were new and the weather grew warm but I was faithful.

And I was washed and folded  neatly and placed in the attic unloved.

But I worried naught because Some R always ending back to the beginning.

And after the first chill You released me.