Ode to a Hat

So I was digging through my drafts, like you do, and I found this poem, with some notes, and the first few lines written. I remember being excited to write it, so I figured I’d dust it off and finish.

I’ve had my grey beanie for more than 5 years, and it is the ultimate comfort item. Things have changed, though, so look for an update at the bottom.

Ode to a Hat

I have a hat, it’s grey and old

It fits real nice, or so I’m told

It matches everything, I find

This might be ’cause I’m color-blind

I don’t leave home without it, cause

It drowns out all the noise and buzz

Its weight helps keep me safe and calm

It soothes my senses like a balm

And when the world feels red and raw

And my whole head feels full of straw

I pull it on and give a sigh

I feel so good, and I know why

So. Since I conceived this poem, some things have changed regarding my hat. Don’t worry, I didn’t lose it, but when I got my hearing aids, I was informed that you can’t wear a hat and hearing aids at the same time, because the hat will muffle the mic, and give a lot of feedback. It’s been a hard adjustment.

Almost two months in and I’m still trying to get used to my head feeling naked. I still pull it out if I’m at home and really stressed, but it’s so hard to take it back off sometimes, it’s almost worse.

So RIP to my favorite grey hat, my comfort item extraordinaire, protector of my head.

 

 

 

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