FABRIC

laydeluck:
The fiber of my life is but a weaving
Each little step, a thread along the way
Each memory so very carefully woven
A receipt for the price I had to pay

Oh, there are lovely threads of dancing color
Reminiscent of the joy that touched my life
And special folks that crossed my path and lingered
Gave love, and shelter through the trials of strife

Sweet Memories of being but a child
Of dreaming dreams a child dares to dream
And oft times disappointing realizations
That things aren't exactly what they seem

The teenager that was me, so inexperienced
Each milestone so carefully documented
The innocence of youth, in all its splendor
The wild child, grown, still unrepented

The days the months the weeks all represented
The threads of life all woven carefully
The final product now before you
A picture of the fabric that is me.
Sandy lee
© 2018 Sandy lee (All rights reserved)

angpd: nice, thanks for the post

WineNSarcasm: Very nice, Sandy ! how many people could read and relate !