The Tapestry

I mentioned in a post before, that I wrote a poem to my grandfather when I was in jr. high.  Several people asked then to read it, but I had to find it first.  And then I had to find the courage to post it. I’ve been thinking about him a lot this past week, but hadn’t put together why until today when my cousin posted on Facebook that today is the 5 year anniversary of his passing.  So it seems fitting to post this now.

The Tapestry

Come and sit, the old man said,

And listen to my story.

I’ll weave you a tale of life and death,

A tale of strife and glory.

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So she came to hear his yarn,

Leaned against his knee.

He wove the colors of words so well,

They sang in harmony.

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Then he spoke and the tale began

The fire crackled and burned.

While Grandpa imparted his wisdom,

Speaking of lessons well-learned.

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From many lands the characters came,

Dancing before her view.

Actors they were, on the stage of life

Appearing at Grandpa’s cue.

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One and all, they sang to her

The hues of their voices blending

Of laughter and sorrow, they sang to her,

Weaving the tapestry unending.

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Dear Abuelito, tell your stories

I’ll lean upon your knee.

The colors you weave are everything.

Unfold your tapestry.

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(for my grandfather, and all grandfathers who love to tell stories)