Hand Me Down to die

[Truerenigma]

This is an interesting introspection on family life. The metaphors are all quite apt. About "cruelling", imo, a big part of poetry it's wrangling nouns and verbs and hogtying them to your purpose, and in this case it's easy enough to understand, but I'm just not convinced that there's not a better verb out there. Some may disagree, and it's your poem.

I can find nothing else to pick at. I really enjoyed the poem.
The "hemp hat" stanza gave me mixed pangs of pleasant memories and rose-pricks.

Thanks for sharing.