Tapestry of Life and Fate

In each life was a separate,
living thread in space,
then our lives would pull together,
forming an enormous blanket,
an enormous quilt,
a tapestry of life and fate.

The web would spin itself,
its long strands entwining with others,
making pictures of entire lifetimes.
It would show couples, singles,
siblings, parents, teachers, peers,
and all in between.

Within it your fate and mine are tangled,
our strands showing us the way in life,
and as we travel this path our strands grow longer,
and the pictures of our life are shown.

We're happy, having the best time of our lives,
the only loosening of our threads being small,
showing our movements too and from our daily duties,
and then quickly joining only to be intertwined once more.

Life goes on, and years pass,
we grow up quiet fast.
Two new strands have joined us,
twisting around and between us,
showing us more love and sympathy then we'll ever know.

Our Children.

We meet other couples,
with their own children and friends,
weaving around us in a comfortable,
secure netting of tapestry strands.
Soon we have met entire communities of strands,
all of our fates connected to ours,
and ours likewise to theirs.

Our life seems to go by faster,
our children grow up faster than we do,
and they create strands of their own,
grand children and great-grandchildren,
new gifts for our strands to tighten around.
We slowly loose touch with other couples,
and their children, and friends,
our strands slowly leaving ours,
and going on their own, separate paths.
Our strands seem to shine brighter than ever,
happy times, referred to by all by a mere three words.

The Golden Years.

We're getting old now,
our life's memories fading,
and the life from our strands being to fade,
to become a dim glow of what they once were.

Then you became sick,
damaged beyond all repair,
and your strand struggles to stay straight,
and in what seems like an instant,
your strand vanishes,
no longer in existence,
and my own strand suddenly has nothing to hold onto.
I weep for you,
to try and get you backs,
weeks go by without my notice,
but I already know you are forever gone,
lost to the never stopping world.

For your loss I am forced to have a new strand,
one that is non-human,
to join my own at our now lonely home.
It provides me with company,
although it's not in its best behavior.

I am slowly losing my memories,
my body slowly becoming like yours,
and I know that my strand is straining,
trying so desperately to stay straight,
to follow its course and continue onward.

And so finally my strand gives out,
suddenly going bright,
before dimming further than before,
and then going out completely.

I am finally gone from the world,
and the strands of our children,
our grand children and great- grand children,
still shine bright behind us,
carrying on our legacy.

Yet the Tapestry of Life and Fate,
nonstop and never ending as it is,
continued to weave itself,
the picture of us slowly fading away,
but its purpose remaining the same.
Although it seems though it can’t be,
the tapestry is finally missing something,
something it never had long,
yet it would treasure forever more.

You and Me.