You tucked the blanket just a bit
Enough to show you never quit
Not too tight, not just for show
But a way to let me know
Even when you’re far away
You still care in quiet ways
You don’t wrap me in a speech
But your reach is always reach
Warmed by the fold, held so near
Even in the coldest year
Your embrace in cotton sewn
Makes me feel I’m not alone
You don’t stay to hold me close
But your warmth is what I chose
Even still, in stories old—
I am warmed by how you fold