Tears flow
unbidden,
welling from that
secret place
which has long since
been barren.
Knitting together
a family, so tight
so steadfast in their faith
their love,
seams
are hard to see.
This blanket
covers us so
but are tiny toes
from memory
and the cold
peeking out.
We all have some tiny toes, don't we?
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