But cannot sleep,
For you are no longer providing the calm rhythm for breath,
Nor the warm comfort of holding me and being held.
The quilt wraps me in the love of others and I am held.
It helps to know of the prays prayed in other homes.
Texts come from different quarters, unexpected,
and all the more blessing for that.
© A A Koh-Butler, 2020
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