Biscuits lined up for the afternoon

with a cup of peppermint tea.

You ensured the chair opposite mine

was always full.


And despite your invitations to parades and plays,

I always found more culture in your smile,

your pink apron,

or the time you snuck a pig ear into my soup.


Kindness is to care

about the trivial,

like snipping a loose thread

off my jeans.


Which went into your knitting collection

of unforgotten strings.

Cotton, denim, wool,

from the things of your children and travellers.


You wove them

With tender hands

Into a blanket for the guest room.


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