dear A... i wrote this poem for you. it's called "blanket of blue".

when you're down to one last blue thread to hang on to
i will search a million miles if i have to
for more threads of blue
that i can weave into

a blanket
a sea
a sky
to fall into

you don't have to hang
on
to
one
last
small.string.blue

by all means, keep clutching
if you really want to
but picture the arms everlasting beneath you
then let your clutch loosen as much as you can do

and all the while, i'm knitting with soft blue
a blanket of

indigo
azure
cerulean
cobalt
royal
sapphire

for just you

. . .

i can't knit... you may or may not know, i've wanted to learn for some time now. but if i could, i would right now be sitting and knitting you a thick warm throw to cover your chilly bones in your drafty, old, amazing vintage apartment. but since i can't knit, i did the next best thing. i got you this fleece electric "heated plush throw"... you plug it in, and it warms up! it looked so snuggly, and i know how much you need some extra blue threads in your world right now. if i had any rooms with blue decor, i would so keep it for myself!! i kid. but i'd be tempted... notice how lovely it looks on my couch!

but it's yours, and it's here waiting for you to come take it home. {i know it doesn't go with the colors in your home either. but i know what a special meaning blue strings have for you. and since i can't knit or weave you a bunch of strings together, it's this.}

that should hold you for a while.

i'm praying for you. hang on. hang in there. and keep scrolling down. there's one more picture for you... my day 7 submission to the "picture winter" workshop. the prompt was to find something with quiet beauty in our winter environment. i chose the frost on my bathroom window with the morning sun gleaming behind it. then i chose this quote... for you.