Ode to My Brown Fleece

I had the unfortunate happening of losing yet another of my favorite things down here in Chile: my brown fleece. As you can imagine my disappointment was high, but I decided to channel my energy into remembering why I loved that brown zip-up jacket so much by dedicating a poem. Here it goes:

You kept me warm both day and night,
and although I had yet to wash you, you still smelled alright.

Around the world with me you went,
from Argentina to a Patagonian tent.

You kept your softness perfectly in tact,
and although pricy, you were worth it, that´s a fact.

I have enjoyed my days of cuddling up in you,
especially now that it's winter here, these days were not few.

After irresponsibly leaving your black brother behind,
I relied solely on you to heat me up in a bind.

I have known you now for not even a year,
and to be without you is what I most fear.

I'm not sure what I'll do without you
on those days that are freezing cold,
because at times I feel cold-blooded,
or at least that's what I've been told.

Please know, my dear brown fleece
that dearly you will be missed,
I'll have a hard time replacing you,
just the thought makes me clench my fists.

I hope that with your new owner
you can have what we once did,
but know that it will never be the same
because a farwell to thee I must bid.

Farewell dear fleece, you have served me well,
and now to thee I have but one thing left to tell;

Gracias, thank you and danke schön,
if we meet again it will not be to soon.

Forever and always,
Kelsey Marie

I'll miss you brown fleece, we had fun together!