The memories of each strand and hue as they were set
Pierce me and warm me by turn; here, some tears
There, a laugh of joy; the vibrant current of love
Flowing through, a common thread.

Even as I yearn for the tapestry to be perfect,
I know its every flaw gives it life
Small knots of despair and distress accentuate
The smooth even rows of joy
The touch of the artist changes as the hand matures,
The texture of the weave is enriched by the magic of the whole.