“… and the stretched out sweater stays”
She has stood up all these years
even with the wear and tears,
stains and tears.
Through it all
she has not come totally apart
at the seams
as if she were made of leather-
but she is of fine cotton
As the cardigan holes expand
she breathes more at ease.
She is vibrant still
in her cheery, cherry red glory
which has not faded
in the cycle of tumble and fall.