Todd Williams wrote this poem shortly after the death of his father, having gone through his clothes and belongings. He writes: “I was taken with his socks, almost oddly. I knew that it wasn’t uncommon to keep clothes of a loved one after they passed, but the socks were symbolic to me, the protection for his grounding, and therefore, my grounding. They are the only article of clothing I brought back to me to my home overseas, and I still wear them. They do not guide me, but they comfort me.”
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