The Hamper In The Sky
Is it a laundry room in heaven?
Or a laundry chute below?
My favorite dress when I was seven
The silky pants I used to know.
Does it matter how they met their end?
Murder or some sort of suicide…
The holes and tatters left to mend
So many outfits for which I’ve cried.
I mourn that matching reindeer toe sock
The left is lonely for a mate,
Losing it was quite a shock;
After months, hopes do deflate.
I hope that sweater dress
Found her happiness in the sky
My closet became such a mess
I had a good, disheveled cry.
The spirits of our dear departed
This is our fond farewell
I’m slightly less broken hearted
Telling my socks to go to hell.
-thanks for the inspiration @autumnsunshine10!!!