A Gift of Time and Love

Soft strands of knitted string enclose my hands
As the vibrant, fluorescent green shines in my eyes
A journey of soft strands of knitted string enclose my hands
As the vibrant, fluorescent green shines in my eyes
A journey of different complexion flows from one side to the other
Streaks of golden sun flash through the grass
Flourishing the spirit of the decrepit cotton
I let go, inhaling crisp air
I glimpse down at the aged neckwear thinking of its beginning
What is now, nothing but a flashback of the past
Used to be a gift, a gift of time and love
A house, now an empty box, was the dawn
Nothing but a reel of string and a pair of steady hands
Its birth so placid yet rapid all the same
But now the memory is just an emptying dream
A vacant chair, four medical beds and a knife of shattered hope
One bed broken, one still decaying and two still stay intact
A vicious disease, two complete lives and a family left to break
I sit with my thoughts at hand, holding a gift of time and love