The fabrics of life

I watched her fold the fabric
neatly and gather it gently
under my peaceful face
I remember her hands
comfortable and tender
tucking me away in bed
telling me stories
of Kings and Queens
and a land far far away
the way her mouth would smile
as she reached the end
of the fairytale
I remember the softness
of her voice
as whispers of goodnight
filled my sleepy head

and as I drift off to dream
that’s how I’ll remember her
in the quietness of the silence
that’s where she will live
for eternity