L'aura del Campo

This life (Dew Drop Inn 5)

This life

Woven from threads
of unraveled hand-me-downs:
my father's smile, my mother's will;
this became my tapestry
of weep and frolic.

Dirtied in the backyard garden,
washed and pressed to go to school,
learning that my new clothes mattered
more than what I wore inside,
my tapestry turned outside in.

And so I wore it many years,
the warp turned upside down,
until the weft demanded justice,
that smiles replace my frowns.
I took it off to turn it inside in.

Now worn until bare threads are noticed,
broken strands that never mend,
still held together by a will
that will not quit...
not quite the end

of giving warmth to strong-willed bones,
my smile a comfort to my friends.

© Kåre Enga [174.15] (5.april.2017)

Dew Drop Inn prompt #5: unfinished

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