In Memory

Repetitive back and fourth motions timed with rhythmic pats to soothe.

The smell of saltines and cream cheese being the snack of choice while we sit - I look into your wrinkled smile - your eyes. We are glued.

Wrapped up in your cable knit blanket on your lap, the safest place I could be… twirling your long braid in my small fingers - I couldn’t yet count the strands of wisdom.

We sway in your chair until fast asleep, still my safe place - plays in my mind on repeat.

The dodging of dragons and lava pits - running from my reality…

I grab my cable knit blanket - throw it around me - rhythmic motion enacted.

Twirling my long braid, I can now count the strands of wisdom.