The crochet needle is still and the yarn is at rest; put away with the magazines that you loved the best. You spun your love into every stitch, a mind made quiet, a soul made rich.
You'd sit in the glow of the television screen, lost in the magic of worlds unseen. Though the greatest story I ever knew, was the one where I lived alongside you.
I turn the page of an open book and find the place where you used to look. I see the patterns of colourful wool, a heart of service, bright and full.
Your favourite song "Unforgettable" plays soft and low, a melody that we'd sing together not so long ago. I think of the doilies you created and kept on the windowsill. You've truly left a space in my life that no one else could ever fill.
Woven with memories of your favourite flowers; pincushions blooming through the quiet of the evening hours. Truth be told both fierce and sweet, your tale of courage and selflessness is now complete.
And, for the last and final of goodbyes, a brave lion baby cub looked through your eyes. The final chapter has been read, the story ends, and words have been said - the handwritten letters you used to make, is the comfort I keep for my heart's sake.
You've stepped into the permanent night and the thread between us now is beyond my sight. I hold near all that you have shared until I find you again in the unknown light.
As I sit by this tree it reminds me of all the sunbeams you caught, a legacy of the joy that you once generously brought. Reflecting the warmth of your happiest self - I now return this precious book to the shelf. I retain the feel of your soulful embrace. A love that time can never erase.
A love that time can never erase by EJ for EJblogtv
an Enjoyment Journal about Everything EJ
xoxo