(This week, something up close and personal - some poetry by me)

Thread by thread
Strand by strand
Into creation I came
Woven delicately within her womb
Gentle fibers brushed away
From her strong core
Spun together to create me

Soft comfortable linen
Breezes flowing through
A loose weave
Gazing through to my future
Collecting strands of security
And colors that make me me

Thick embroidered sections
A texture like the earth
Strong, rich and fertile
Seeded with newness
That comes through me
But also leaves tiny tatters
Over the years

Precious softness
Yet large gaping holes
Where time and experience
Have made themselves visible
But if you hold it up to the light
You can still see the stars

The fibers are still strong
The colors still true
Some patching here and there
But still so versatile
For warmth, shelter and show
Or use for something new

My tapestry, my life, up until now…
Wash on gentle cycle please
I have a long way to go!