The Fabric

My fabric started weaving at the moment of conception.

Every tear, every sorrow
every daffodil,
every morrow,
every sweet smell of baby's breath,
are entwined,
into the fabric which is mine.

The fabric of my life
is what I bring with me,
as I kneel before the creche
in pure ecstacy.

Every rainbow, every sunflower,
every saffire blue sea,
have been woven into the pattern
of the fabric
The Fabric which is me.

A kiss, a sigh, a smile,
all I see, roaring laughter
all woven into the fabric.
The Fabric of me.

My home, my kitchen,
my children, my bed, a mother, a seamstress,
a painter, a wife.
All twigs of experiences
woven , deeply packed into
the fabric of my life.

Pain not accepted,
defeat does not reside.
Not included in the
twining of the threads
of the fabric of my life.

Loved, hated, dispised, not accepted.
All woven into the pattern
of the fabric of my life.

Sunshine, rainbow, blue skies I see
blended, merging, seeping into
the threads of the fabric,
The Fabric which is me.

Green, pink, yellow, blue, violet,
all in harmony.
Spun into the threads
For the pattern of the fabric
the fabric of my life.

Bits of wisdom, seeds of curosity,
time for sitting, drinking in all I see.
All part and particle,
bringing together
harmony of mergence
Being woven into the pattern
of the fabric of my life.

Sleep a resting,
replenishing a whole,
feeding of necessity,
entwining into the pattern,
of the fabric,
the fabric of my life.

One love forever,
that's what it shall be.
One love is mine to entwine
into the pattern of the fabric
which is mine.

Behind me long years of learning
of reaching of groping around.
Ahead great adventure.
Hilarious laughter
is my sound.
All intermingle
into the fabric for my gown.

The gown made of the pattern
of the fabric of my life.
Worn before Him
in presentation of my gift.
My gift woven into the pattern
of the fabric
The Fabric of my life.