If life were a tapestry, what would we see.... ?
The answer lies before life could be and at death it still isn't done..
A pattern of threads never woven alone,
Each stand and colour our people in different faces,
Each knot an interaction in several cases..
They are the threads of childhood,
And youth patches for tears and love,
And slights not understood..
Motifs for relationships and trials withstood..
A large part of this tapestry is bondage to parent to spouse to child,
For the recognized pattern lies in obligation..
Walking in the street, you pass so many people..
If each carried a coloured strand,
What myriad patterns they would make..
For both stranger and friend could change a design already planned..
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