Farewell, Mom's Worn Out Slippers
“We made the spring cut!” Said Rose the tattered gown.
“I was worried for a while, till she pulled me from the toss pile.”
“You’ve still a lot of wear left.” Said Bea the threadbare robe.
"She likes how soft you have become, so you’re nowhere close to done.”
“I’m glad you made the cut too.” Said Rose the tattered gown.
"You were a gift from her mother, she’d part first with the others."
“I wasn’t really worried.” Said Bea the threadbare robe.
“Though I think I’ll get some patches, and maybe new elastic.”
“I’m a little frayed at the hem.” Said Rose the tattered gown.
“A few stitches here and there, I’ll be in good repair.”
“I feel sad for the slippers.” Said Bea the threadbare robe.
“I’d say they served her well, but were too worn out to sale.”
“Yes, I glimpsed them in the bag.” Said Rose the tattered gown.
“She was reluctant to make the toss, but new one’s will fill the loss.”
“One day that will be us.” Said Bea the threadbare robe.
“I vow to go quietly, and keep a little dignity.”
“I hope I can be brave then.” Said Rose the tattered gown.
“I’ll have to wait and see, when that time comes for me.”
“Farewell, worn out slippers.” Said Bea the threadbare robe.
“Yes, farewell old friends.” Said Rose the tattered gown.
Personification: Robe (Bea) and Gown (Rose) and Owner (Mom)
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2012
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