My old jeans

Two years ago I bought two pairs of jeans.

One was black the second was grey.

I put them on, I liked them a lot,

But two weeks later I couldn’t wear them anymore.

I hid them in the closet

and forgot about them.

I became bigger and bigger,

but I didn’t give them away.

A year later there they were again,

proud I could wear my old jeans like then.

I looked in the mirror and yes I was back,

but some time later the zipper couldn’t go up.

I may never wear those jeans again.

They’re old anyway, so who really cares?

As long as I have my babies with me

I don’t care if I have to wear new mama jeans.

You can see my creations with my old jeans here.