Little Green Rag

You used to  be a dress,

Green, soft, and silky.

But now,

You're just a little green rag,

Torn by my infant arms.

You were there since the beginning,

and will be with me till the end,

You little green rag.

It might be childish,

but you keep me tied to my childhood.

My little green rag,

You are all  I need.

This poem is about: 
Me

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