By Kingsley By Kingsley | June 15, 2025
There are items we wear, and there are items that wear a part of our story.
For me, it’s my first suit — a simple, powerful symbol of love, growth, and gratitude. This poem is dedicated to that precious gift from my mother, which still lives with me, every single day.
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My First Suit
A gift once wrapped with loving grace,
From mum’s warm hands, a soft embrace.
My very first suit — proud and neat,
Tailored dreams stitched head to feet.
Though years have passed and seasons changed,
Its seams remain, not re-arranged.
Old yet new, it still holds charm,
A timeless hug, a mother’s arm.
Each thread recalls that special day,
When joy and thanks lit up my way.
I wore it first with youthful pride,
A growing man with hope inside.
No brand could match its kind of gold,
No fabric richer, though it’s old.
It fits not just my form — but soul,
A symbol stitched in love’s control.
I wear it still, through calm and storm,
It keeps my memories safe and warm.
Not just a suit — a story worn,
Of love, of growth, of how I’m born.
So here I stand, with heart so true,
Grateful for what love can do.
For in that suit, I still reside —
With mum’s belief, and dreams as guide.
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Final Thoughts
Sometimes, the most powerful things we carry are not the newest or the most expensive, but the ones filled with meaning. My first suit may be old — but it’s forever new in my heart.
What’s the oldest thing you still use daily?
Share your story. Our lives are stitched with moments that matter.
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?