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.