.347 | to Diana O'Ryan Anderson, from Phil Anderson

Stitches

I’m grateful for the lovely moments had,
Though sad for thinking, then, it was enough.
You taught me so much, from shuffling cards to
Polite profanities and punchy puns.
Feet on red soil, ears and chest trimmed in pearls,
You were always a woman of two worlds.

Needing to mend the opening you left,
Crying to not forget your perfume’s scent,
I pray our love was enough in the end.
I recall our last words and wish for more,
A few moments with you, for me to say:
That I’ll miss you until my final day.

You once told me that you wished to pass on
Your knowledge and fondness of knitting yarn.
I’m now upon that path, without a guide
But I feel you beside me, and I smile:
I can smell your perfume when I crochet,
And I make stitches to keep tears at bay.

Stitches can close wounds, stitches can create.
And I make stitches to celebrate, You:
Diana O’Ryan Anderson
(8/6/1938 – 3/3/2021)