I like to smooth my hand over the warm nubbly rug/thinking every stitch was touched by your beloved fingers/twisted gently but firmly into a pattern of goodness/our lives and loves stand in the spaces you left/between/the fabric you wove incessantly/we shall never cease to praise

Double gazed/brings a certain thickness/of knowing/there is always another way to look/directionality/another layer to excavate/dimensionality/another interconnected pain to feel/yet all balanced on the eternal creature’s kind