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