A patch from my grandmas old table clothe where i spilled my grape juice
A patch from my blankey from when I was a baby and couldnt sleep without
one from my teddy and one from my mamas dress that matched mine that we wore all the time
One from my favorite good old blue jeans I wore for my first kiss one from the sweatshirt he put around me when it was cold and he held me close

patches of my memory they are what created me

one from the huge shirts from grandpa one from the ties he wore every sunday to church
one from daddys pillow that smells like sawdust
One from my heart and one from my mind
they created me