A Blanket of Love

The meadow of crocheted flowers is one that all know,
As the place where grief and loss abound.
It may appear foolish to a few that some people hold ordinary things dear,
But to others that know my pain,
They know how the weight brought on by grief,
Can only be made lighter by someone or something special.

It carries my heart’s deepest memories,
Of cherished loved ones lost with time.
Through the meadow of spring-blooming flowers,
My emotions are free to flow.

On nights where the ache of loss is colder than ice,
Those are the nights where it comforts me.
Embracing its warmth like a camper around a fire,
Those are the times when I need it most.

The pain of grief is hard to overcome,
Harder than all types of physical aches.
Such is the pain that I feel on this day every year.
The day that she left this world so that she could travel to the next.
Such is the pain of losing someone that you have loved.
That is my meadow of crocheted flowers.