The Tapestry

The artist has his palette, the minstrel has his strings
The tapestry they weave tells of many things
Our life is like a tapestry, its’ fibres so entwined
It’s impossible to separate, body soul and mind

My palette has no colours
My lute it has no strings
The Fabric of our tapestry
Is made of other things

We started on our tapestry the first day that we met
Your deep blue velvet sweater, I never will forget
The white lace of your wedding dress is woven in it to
The whole things bound together with love from me to you
Sleepers from our children, two blues and one of pink
Are woven in our tapestry link by countless link
We had to cut the apron strings as our children grew
We could not see to throw them out, so they’re included to
Our children soon will graduate along with cap and gown
More fabric for the tapestry, for us to weave around

The fabric of our tapestry is rich and strong and true
The whole things bound together with love from me to you