A Thread of Red, a poem By: Anlin Charles

 A Thread of Red

By: Anlin Charles

A string that detached,

Beckons to be patched

A string that is waving in the wind,

Fingers around be twined.

A red sweater worn-out,

To the color fade-out,

With white polka dots,

Sewn together from topknots.

A cloth been through everything,

Even through a coffee ring,

Sewn together with memories,

Styled and combined with accessories.

At the end of day,

In the sunshine rays,

It is Waiting, 

Waiting to be worn again.

Lucky red sweater worn in hope,

Once delivered,

But soon withered,

Since it turned out to be a fluke.

Sweater with sweat,

once loved,

At the end of the closet is shoved.

You remember it at the back of your closet,

Memories flood through your mind,

Like a faucet

But will you wear it,

Once again?