Tapestry Of Entwined Arms
I have seen a captivating fabric
So artistically woven
With deliriously bright colors
And small intricate patterns
Only the finest materials
And adornments were chosen
To craft and embroider
Such a masterful piece
One would suspect
That this most priceless of treasures
Would delight, transcend
Intrigue and inspire
Such a generous gift
Could bring undeniable pleasure
To be enjoyed
For grateful generations to come
Yet, instead of being valued
It has been left to fray
Rather than being cherished
Or sheltered
It has been ignored, neglected
Left in disarray
Vibrant hues have become faded
All the patterns are askew
Having been unskillfully patched
Even knotted in places
It looks completely different
Than it did when it was new
This magnificent fabric I speak of
That is fast becoming unraveled
Is our children
Each one a precious thread
With a place in the weave
Though some of the strings are loose
Twisted or broken
It isn’t too late to believe
That we can restore to the innocent
The legacy of this great heirloom
That is rightfully theirs
A priceless tapestry of entwined arms
Crossed legs and laughing eyes
Of crooked smiles, bashful stares
And sweet, uncontrived wisdom
It is in our hands to unleash their potential
Open up a kaleidoscope of imaginations
Give them grass and flowers
And vast butterfly skies
But especially the undaunted courage
To dream beyond the clouds they know
We have experienced this fabric
In our own lifetime
Now, we must foster within ourselves
The bravery to help them see
We must look beyond our own four walls
To find those strands and reach for them
Bring them home, hold them dear
Smooth them out and weave them in
Do whatever it takes for them to mend
So piece by piece and bit by bit
This tapestry of enchanted youth
Can be made whole again
©Launa
