20/10/2024
Today marks a year that my dad passed. He is so very missed and I still feel so lost. Those who see me know the struggles but also see and hear how much I still talk about him as much as I can.
My dad was incredibly funny with such a quick mind and he also enjoyed poetry.
I came across this poem recently and naturally thought of him ❤️
You're sewn into my habits,
Like the way I make my tea,
You’re stitched within my waking hours,
Threaded through my dreams
The fibres of you run through
Words and phrases that I say
And all my memories of you
Embroider every day
The jokes you told embellish days
That otherwise are bare
And all your little quirks make up
My life of patchwork squares
It’s you that knitted colour,
That tied knots and bonds so strong
That your beauty and your essence
Still remain now you are gone
See, we are like a tapestry
All stitched and woven tight
And I know you’re always with me
In the fabric of my life
So when I start to feel things
Tangled up inside my heart
I stop and realise love
Is an enduring work of art
*****
Becky Hemsley 2023
