Love Poem No.6
Life is so short
you want to remember all of it.
Yet memory was not
born so one could see it all
but rather that you
and I would take our
threads and together weave
a life, a blanket rough
and warm that covers where we’ve been so in the time that remains we might know where to go.
and warm that covers where we’ve been so in the time that remains we might know where to go.
Weaving memories that lead to a future hope… love this!
Thank you so much!
And it’s those rough-worn and warm blankets that are the best, the ones we carry everywhere for comfort and reassurance. Thank you for that reminder in a week when I’m reeling with how quickly my mom is unraveling in her day-to-day life. She still knows and remembers the blanket she and dad wove over 60 years together and for that, I am grateful.
Diana, I initially wrote ‘soft and warm’ but that felt too pretty; its not all pretty, but its beautiful, so it stands as ‘rough and warm.’ Thanks for stopping by!
Beautiful, simple, profound. The one I originally wove my blanket with, ripped it apart with betrayal. I have since found my soul mate and we are weaving new memories. Your poetry touches me. Thank you!
Thank you so much for taking the time to write.