“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its colour.” – W. S. Merwin
This beautiful, brief poem captures perfectly how a major loss affects the whole of life.
Everything we do, and every place we go, triggers thoughts and feelings of
‘how things used to be’, of
‘how things are today’ and
‘how we wish they were’.
Don't Lose Hope 
So beautifully descriptive.❤
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Oh!!! 😭💔
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The poem is very visual. Sewing was one of my mother’s hobbies. She’s been gone for almost eleven years, but there’s still plenty of thread left. Thankfully, that’s not all bad. I can sew some good stuff with it too.
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I’m impressed …. What sorts of things have you sewn?
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I speak metaphorically. I can thread a needle and sew a button back on, but that’s about it. As the thread life gives us, I am driven to honor my mother’s memory by taking good care of myself—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
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Ah! That’s a beautiful way to honour your mother’s memory. It’s exactly what I would wish my own kids to do 🙂
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Reblogged this on Survivors Blog Here Mental Health Collaborative .
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