The Silken Thread
The silken thread
A strand of my silken wrap just snapped
Leaving a gap in it, a gap never to be repaired.
The gap will always remind me of those warm days
Of my childhood, of people who made it special.
My grandpa, my grandma, their love,
Was the delicate embroidery of my silken wrap!
Often death reminds you of the times wrapped around persons
Rather than the persons themselves.
You then realise the strength of the silk thread n
the weave of the silken cloth,
The presence of the thread looks insignificant,
Until it snaps and slips into nothingness.
You then realize how important the remaining threads are.
And so the warmth of my silken wrap
becomes all the more welcoming!
A strand of my silken wrap just snapped
Leaving a gap in it, a gap never to be repaired.
The gap will always remind me of those warm days
Of my childhood, of people who made it special.
My grandpa, my grandma, their love,
Was the delicate embroidery of my silken wrap!
Often death reminds you of the times wrapped around persons
Rather than the persons themselves.
You then realise the strength of the silk thread n
the weave of the silken cloth,
The presence of the thread looks insignificant,
Until it snaps and slips into nothingness.
You then realize how important the remaining threads are.
And so the warmth of my silken wrap
becomes all the more welcoming!
Beautiful and so true for everyone who reads it!
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