Life's a Mosaic
My life, a mosaic, tells a story, People of my life hidden, in its intricate tapestry. They come, they leave, Tesserae, scattered in the tales I weave. Food I cook, recipe sister's Care I take, kindness mother's Humility I show, teachers humbler Stupidity I be, friends dumber Angry I am, familial temper Fast I talk, tiring momentum. Stories I tell, once told to me Others I teach, lessons taught to me Flowers I give, gave first a lover, Doodles I do, did first a kid, Letters I write, wrote first a friend What eye see, thoughts I pen People, as fragments in my mosiac, stay, Their ethereal chapels, I chip away Make my mosaic more, Reach ceilings from the floor. End of the day, I ponder, Answer to a question, I wonder. is this mosaic, fragment of my? Or a pile of these fragments, am I? I wouldn't know, I wouldn't care Collecting fragments, silt on a riverbed