The Thread

5/3/2020
For Mom:

We were once woven so tightly.

Wrapped up into a cozy, familiar blanket

that kept us warm from the inside out.

Your consistent threads of validation intertwined

with your needles of grace that maintained us as the devoted unit

we would always be known for.

We were once woven so tightly.

Becoming a well-preserved heirloom

passed down from many different patches.

Your jovial and cordial thread sewing us together,

making our blanket unbelievably spectacular

with you at the center of it all.

We were once woven so tightly,

but your perpetual weaving suddenly took its toll.

Your hands became weaker,

with knuckles too inflamed to add any more of your glorious threads.

And just as we were becoming confident in our blanket,

your essential force became unexpectedly absent,

leaving us without a pattern to follow.

We were once woven so tightly,

but you were the thread that,

once loosened,

we all came undone.