Mia’s Sock Garden

I found a sock in the undergrowth,

once one of two - |I guess they both

adorned my feet, for better or worse.

If one were lost? Oh how I’d curse!

Now I examine this ‘ticular one –

has it changed much in the sun,

the rain of several seasons past?

Or was it a sock built to last

through love's pedantic gains and losses?

Finally, I give no anxty tosses

for what they have ‘nevitably been through . . .

After all – I still have you.