From the spindle of the weaver’s wheel
a tapestry it forms
to reflect the thoughts and prayers
of both
peaceful and troubled times
Stitch by stitch
like words they form
a diary of the soul.
Colored thread
bears story line
from beginning to it’s end.
If you look quite closely
you will see the tear dropp stains
now listen to the thread
and
you will hear the laughter
all part of the spinners life’s
a compilation of highs and lows
and turns both left and right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tears and laughter, highs and lows, a compilation of the lives of each and every one of us, a tapestry indeed. Love, Fran xx