Goodnight Kisses

I was wrapped in blue and lavender,


stitched with hands that loved before they knew me.


A blanket passed through generations,


soft as memories, heavy as history.

A rare affection caught on film —


her ruffled blouse, the soft curls of her hair,


the 80s dissolving into the 90s,


a quiet moment of love, pressed into paper.

Teenage years put space between us,


but I see it now —


the way she cared,

the way she still does.

It lingers in small gestures,


in things passed down,


in moments kept.


Not always spoken,

but always there.