Each road I've walked
each song I've sung
each pang of regret I've felt
each ache of pain I have suffered
each time I walked alone, I knew
my life was weaving a beautiful show
of friends held so dear the heart
of some who left not friends at all
but left me hanging on the wall
some like ivy on the walls clinging
to memory not letting go
and they haunt the very core of me
I cry at times to be set free
Each friend a page in my life's book
some of them with a come hither look
some with smiles and some with frowns
some in silk and satin gowns
some square jawed and stern
like a grandmother who ruled
with an iron glove and really didn't
show much love...
My tapestry is beautiful and rather
well worn, I've raised four children
daughters all, lovely woman straight and tall
Grandchildren by the half dozen
the joy of life like warm cookies from the oven
The tapestry woven string by string
tears and laughter stained some thread
and I thank God I am not dead.
bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
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