In the fabric of life
There are many threads
Some are thin, gossamer strands
Barely there at all
Light touches, like the breath of an infant
Some are thick, but coarse
Like jute ropes
Bristling and fibrous
Some are space fillers
Faces seen in a crowd
Moving with the constant shuttling
Shuffling
Here, then gone
Some are vibrantly hued
Brilliant yellows and reds
Oranges and purple and
White
Some are dark, dark, dark
Velvety matte
Deep and mysterious
In shades of blue and black and foresty green
Some are steadfast and immovable
Like steel cables
The very framework of the fabric itself
And some are golden threads
Accenting
Highlighting
Pure, bright, worthy, and lustrous
Aunt Mary was pure gold
Her touch will not be forgotten.
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