Stitched

Draped over small shoulders

Are fading patterns, memories

Keeping me safe when I climb

Higher and higher but my friend

Stays with me the whole time

Holding photos as I walk, run, splash

Covered with love but is as light as a feather

A composition of pink and black

Dancing boldly, showing who I am

The stitches in my beautiful shirt

Unwinding, growing older, with me

It hides in my room under the rush of everyday

But I still think about it

My Shirt