Fabric of fate, woven emotions, of which life is sewn.
My morning was Ivory satin smooth and pure and bright Birthday buzz and laughter Bubbling thoughts of you Noon was green velvet Natural and warm and soft Everything seemed to be right And I couldn't wait to talk to you again But the afternoon was black leather When you texted me hi Just to say goodbye And the evening was ebony nylon Flimsy, dark and easily torn I tried to hide my crestfallen disappointment But family is family And they will be jerks But no matter if you are immediate family Or not They can be your red wool To keep you warm and away from harm even when you are hurting silently I shifted to a guarded charcoal chiffon And he told me the way only a family member could tell I know something's wrong I promised I was fine even though I was becoming Silver lace, fragile and tearing at the seams He never spoke of it again But for the rest of the night He protected me from anymore damage A tough sort of defensiveness That meant everything to me And for an evening, he was cashmere Because I was touched that he could and would show me such strong family love Without saying anything to me at all
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Repost if a family member, immediate or not has done something kind for you to make them cashmere Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry! Especially long ones.