Life's Pattern

Life's Threads all Form a pattern,
Some Silver, Some Gold.
And there are new and finer threads
To mingle with the old.
Some tiny threads are broken,
A stitch or two are skipped,
But when the work is finished,
The pattern isn't ripped.
It forms a perfect blending
Of all of life's great dreams.
With love we frame the border-
With sorrow, sew the seams.
So fold the pattern to your heart,
Sweet memories are the Deepest part.

Charlotte Trevillyan Sheward

Life's Pattern

Life's Threads all Form a pattern,
Some Silver, Some Gold.
And there are new and finer threads
To mingle with the old.
Some tiny threads are broken,
A stitch or two are skipped,
But when the work is finished,
The pattern isn't ripped.
It forms a perfect blending
Of all of life's great dreams.
With love we frame the border-
With sorrow, sew the seams.
So fold the pattern to your heart,
Sweet memories are the Deepest part.

Charlotte Trevillyan Sheward