Knitted
We were knitted Into the blanket Of your dreams Woven with threads Of longing Of Love Of loss We were tightly stitched Wound around needles That soothed With a rhythmic Clickety-clack As we grew You knew The time would come When the life We shared Would unravel Become undone And there would Be no-one but you To sit and listen To the rhythmic Clickety-clack As you wished You could Rewind the clock And bring the Old times back



I love this Trudi, 🙏😊
Yep
Sometimes you wish
Reflect
But ultimately if it is not reciprocated it has to remain
just remembered and warmly cherished.
Experienced lovely lines here