Spirit Blanket

I should no longer
cuddle your spirit blanket
so close to my heart,
but I also reserve the
cookies you baked in
my kitchen cupboard; sweeten
my warm milk with the
golden honey you bought from
the apiary;
smell the flowers that grow in
my blissful garden
planted by you; refuse to
spend your spare money
hidden under my pillow;
and I have painted
my heart dark blue, but I do
it all for your memory.