Beneath the seams of time, stories unfold,
Woven in threads both new and old.
A tapestry of moments, stitched in grace,
Each garment holds a secret place.
In the fabric’s gentle embrace we find,
Echoes of laughter and moments unkind.
Colors and patterns, vibrant and bold,
Guarding the warmth of tales untold.
Silken whispers of distant lands,
Traveled through time in worn-out hands.
Every tear and patch, a badge of pride,
A witness to journeys far and wide.
In closets dark, they quietly reside,
These clothes, our ever-faithful guides.
Wrapped in their folds, we feel the past,
A comfort woven to forever last.