Tenneh Waritay Poet I do not know?

An Ode To My Old Shirt

An Ode to my Old Shirt
My shirt reminds me of my past
thorn and battered
too small for me to wear
it hangs far from everything else in my closet
when I look at it
I remember running and hiding from rebels
and seeing the faces of heart-broken people
it’s been with me
through the cries
and the laughs
my old shirt will always be part of me
but will hang far away from everything else
                     
                                           By-Tenneh Waritay

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 5, 2010 at 4:52 PM Welcome to the Poetry Soup Family of poets... please continue to share your creative writes with us all ... as this delight tonight... enjoyed the story of your shirt..luv.. Linda-Marie "Sweetheart" of Poetry Soup..

L'Nass Shango February 5, 2010 at 7:44 AM Everything is a part of the dust of the cosmos, my friend ... even an old shirt. We are interconnected. Great thinking .. Welcome to poetry soup, the home of poets and friends, and I shall be honored to have you as more friend. One love

Carol Sunshine Brown February 5, 2010 at 4:14 AM I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Tenneh. I also wish you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol

Susan Palli February 5, 2010 at 1:41 AM Cute theme