Our Tapestry of Love

I don’t write poetry, but a year ago I lost a mentor and a friend. When I started writing about her, these words seemed the best way to characterize our relationship, and what she meant to my writing group.

I open a door, shove one foot in front of another

and step inside.

Faces unfamiliar stare, but

We’re all here for the same reason 
I tell myself,

To discover and uncover, to grow.

A silver-haired woman faces a whiteboard.

Our leader, I presume.

She turns, smiles, and 

Months morph into years

Subtle suggestions, incisive comments,

thought-provoking ideas

we move forward with our guide, guru, friend,

weaving stories

sharing friendship

food, gossip

We spin our tapestry of love,

remnants of lives linked.

Months morph into years

Seasons pass as

Life lumbers on

And, in time,

snatches away our treasures.

But our tapestry 

endures.

Thank you Cindi