The Quilt

I brought myself a bolt of cloth
made of the gentlest words
wrapped it in folds of warmth
and hemmed the sides with love
I sewed in some heartaches
and tears to make it strong
and embroidered the body
with kantha stitches of loss
 
This is the quilt I weave for you
for when the nights are cruel
for the vapid winter mornings
when even the sun seems cold
This is my lonely gift to you
in brilliant shades of azure
for when you call out in your loneliness
and I will not be there.
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3 Comments Add yours

  1. ipsyb says:

    Thank you, honoured. 🙂

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  2. Sensitive and flawlessly writing. Pure poetry:)

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    1. ipsyb says:

      Thank you! 🙂

      Like

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