Each day
fits in together - as a small piece
In the
building of a life’s final mosaic
With moments
to tender a heart’s ease
As each of
us is connected in a small way.
Her weathered
and gentle eyes entered the room
Escorted by
a charmingly insouciant smile.
They told of
a full life lived in full bloom
And too, of
few scars of splintered pain.
As the
evening’s partying hour wane
Her mosaic became
clear to be full in the magic
Of woman, with
a girl’s reign,
Cherishing each
of life’s fragment and piece
That holds,
as such, each hour of each day of living.
Her experiences
the sections and the parts in long life’s sake
And kept with
trust and with cherish; for the heart is forgiving -
Matter not,
which shard or splinter may wound the skin.
A recounting
of how he had noticed her long before she would know
That from
all harm he would always stand
To shield
her from a broken cut or a shattering blow
Thus, a shinning
knight to her Guinevere’s hand.
She had gathered
and kept all the pieces with loving care
So that now
their love story creates a beautiful mosaic
Melded, with
the many pieces of an amaranthine love affair,
Into
a keepsake bracelet that tells an old fashion love story.
