A Patchwork Life

Squares, of memories, rectangles of strife,

Triangles of troubles, and circles of love,

Bound together with the sinew-like threads,

Wound strong by the work of life and living.

A patch of dusty rose, for one true love,

One of bright yellow-for sunshine and warmth,

Another in grass green for all that lives,

And a favorite piece, striped, for the rhythm of life.

Oh, and purple, the real thing,

Speaks of boldness and courage,

Then blue for times of sadness, for fallen tears.

And then a bit of brown representing earth's warmth.

And so there it is, a patchwork life,

Not perfectly even, nor perfectly matched.

Pieces taken from day one to the present,

When bound together, a magnificent fit.