My Mothers Weave And My Fathers Painting Of Words Poem by Kaila George

My mother had a god given talent
Where she could combine together
An amalgamated colour of textures of material
Into what we call a tevaevae
A multi colourful bedspread cover
She was able to express herself
Through this god given talent
With bold and bright colours
That depicted her life
Her splash of imagination on a bedspread
Always moved me at how she was able
To capture a moment in time
And express herself with such vibrant colours
I wish I had that talent I wish I was like her, and my father
Also had a very descriptive manner
Were he would be able to tell you a story
From days gone by, and grab your attention
With every word he used and painted it in your mind
With such a vivid imagination of events and stories
He always told us as we grew up
I smile remembering how they use to talk
In the sitting room talking in their own language
Then at times they would convert to English
I suppose to benefit me so I could understand
Mum and Dad....I do miss you so...tears spring to my eyes
Her bold choices of colour and his talented words
I must find a way to use each gift so that
Their memory lives on
In colour and words