My Last Refuge

sacred to the memory of Mildred Naomi Eckart Graham

A very warm blanket embraces me
Each stitch by hand with love each one by one
A souvenir of death and destiny
My Grandma crocheted until it was done
A deep design of love drawn patiently

And even though she is gone I have this
Living proof of her love a hug a kiss
If sadly in the lonely cold of night
Which though so dark still holds one point of light
The way this blanket embraces me now

I wanted to go with her but could not
Where saints in heaven no more sorrow see
But left behind to muddle through somehow
With no more to lose and cornered I fight
Take everything but this no matter what

Leave me with this one scrap of self-respect
Left here for me by one of the elect
To enshroud my broken remains and be
My last refuge in this bitter twilight
Of ruin and loss and indignity

As strangers disrespect the memory
Of someone who cared and still cares for me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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