Woollen Socks

A poem for old friends

Dear readers,

I am sending you warmth, comfort and balance as the light draws in. This is the time of year for woollen socks, leaf-crisp walks and many, many cups of tea! (There is one by my desk as I type!) Two of my best friends are Libras. Cosy, warm people who bring balance and comfort to my world! I wrote this poem for those two special women…

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Woollen Socks

There is a certain comfort in woollen socks on
An October evening as the light is drawing in
Autumn coloured, slouched around the ankle
Not new or fancy, but warm and familiar
Like that friend who knows your story
And remembers the parts you have forgotten.
Sitting across the table, laughing
You catch sight of that teenage girl
For a moment.
Would we rather those days again? Knee socks and 
Tartan skirts, school bags slung over one shoulder
Reading Cosmo and playing grown-ups 
As we navigated discos and high school politics,
So sure 
and so unsure 
Of who we were 
and where we were headed,
But weren’t we gorgeous!
What would we tell those girls if we sat with them now?
Mind you, they probably wouldn’t listen to old women
Banging on about woollen socks and old friends
And the extraordinary way they will always 
Give you comfort

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‘Sometimes it feels as though our younger self is not that far away and if we reached our hand out, we could almost touch her cheek’

What wisdom you would share with your younger self?

Do you think your younger self would listen?!

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