Old T-Shirt

Permanently sweat-stained
and perpetually smelly at the pits
from long hikes under the beating sun
no matter how many washings
still retains spaghetti sauce spatters
we cooked long and slow for penne
in the summer evenings
worn away at the hems from eager hands
children shrieking, grabbing, tugging
hoisting up a happy giggle to my ear
with graphics worn down, the heart bleaching
words fading and flaking away
in the detergent and tumbling heat
old T-shirt, in stitches
holding my memories with care


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