TAPESTRY
A poem penned by William -
A tapestry of love she weaves;
the patterns of her life she leaves:
first, daughter's role, then mothers place,
then grandmother in well-earned grace
The weave displays time stitched in rose
as joy and hope the pattern shows,
aligned with sorrow cast in blue,
bright orange for courage running through.
And yet what holds the whole in place?
What is the magic thread we trace
from stitches tentative in youth
to final form or perfect truth?
What adds a texture rich and deep
to the patterns that we keep?
The answer, woven through our lives,
must be the love in Mother's eyes.
