My Father’s Day Socks

I was rummaging in my left top drawer,

Where I keep everyday footwear.

And there they were —

My Fathers Day Socks.

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This occasion was comfortable and warm,

As was my first encounter

With these most cherished possessions

(It must have been 15 years ago).

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Breakfast in Bed they insisted;

All four children had a hand in it.

Then a soft package and a card came forth.

“Read the card first”, sang middle daughter.

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The card’s sentiment was right.

The gift was unique!

Two pair of socks, one brown – one blue,

With DAD boldly written twenty-seven times on each.

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Love and magic flowed that day.

Permeating the home with warmth and permeance.

Fibers of soul and socks

Were strengthened.

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There’s something special about those socks.

I wear them every chance I get.

At work, church, theater, even in the garden.

Blue and brown are all occasion colors.

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It amazes me! They WILL NOT wear out.

Heels and toes are still intact.

Like new and going strong.

Elastic still clings and holds.

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My other socks are Dorian Gray’s.

They deteriorate before my eyes.

Can’t stand challenge, no innate durability,

No love to sustain them,

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Like my Father’s Day Socks.