The apple of my eye

There seems to be a wonderful connection
between this shawl of hope and me,
glistening with tears, a magical wonderland
the colour of the Hokkaido snow.

Loving swirls of happiness are embroidered through its trance,
a happy, fuzzy ball of love.

The warm wool falls away at my touch,
forgotten memories, forgotten dreams
plummet down into a deep, dark hole,
never to be seen, never to be heard.

It goes with me wherever I go,
the threaded webbing an outline of my life,
hiding the memories, blocking the memories,
yet they surface again and again.

Seed of my heart, my body, my soul,
never shall I break this friendship I have
between this cajoling blanket,
this protecting angel.