This poem is the about the experience of my grandmother’s love. She was the most loving grandmother, she taught me so much about retaining dignity and grace despite what is happening around me. She gave the softest, warmest hugs in the world. This poem is a reflection on the impact of important of my relationship with her. I hope it conveys my sense of loss that she is no longer with us and my limitless gratitude that I knew her.
Gran almost taught me how to crotchet, so the references to threads and the making of patterns are quite apt.
Woven
Woven together,
Our lives emerge like tapestries—
Crafted stitch by stitch with living breath.
The textures, pattens,
the colours reflect
where we've been,
and who loved us best.
Today, I feel your absence,
I yearn for more threads of you—
More moments woven into my fabric.
Yet, I find solace knowing
You're not truly gone.
In my memories, you linger,
A vibrant echo in my soul's weave.
Your essence—
reflected in my life's tapestry—
Enriches every thread it touched.
My tapestry is
richer for the threads
that you contributed
and wove into my being.
Embraced by your warmth
I know that we are
woven together.
Angele Toomey Poetry 
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