Her panache
A grey fleece blanket
Cozy and warm
Folded in thirds
Draping an old sofa
Gifted by grandmother
Five seasons ago
Their final Christmas together
During a mountainside blizzard
While grandmother has passed on
Her spirit still lingers
The young girl reflects fondly
Wrapped up tight
In a smoky fleece blanket
A forever hug from beyond
Light scented lavender oil
Embedded in worn stitching
Flashing back; Grandmother’s flowery perfume
Her panache
Original, cool style
Cloaked in an ashen throw-over
Walking the floors barefoot
Or roaming the backyard
With a mug of hot black coffee in hand
No matter where she goes
Grandmother follows
Enclosed in fabric, memories live on
A slaty swaddling
Keeps the pair connected
One of them, from these times
The other, only thoughts away
Youth and wisdom
The best of both worlds
Snuggled together
Under a silvery covering
Grandmother and granddaughter
Her panache
Modern flair for olden days
One grey-tone fleece blanket
Retells long ago tales
Autumn’s faint whispering
To Winter’s harsh words
Grandmother remains close
As the fireplace churns
In fabric, they are woven as one
She counts her blessings
Each time she refolds a heather cover
Redraping over an old sofa
Grandmother is no longer with her
In physicality, but in her heart
She remains forever
This is the greatest comfort
Next to the touch of gifted spread
From five seasons ago
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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