Tangled Thread

The Twiglets “A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is.” 

We fought and scratched, loved and hated, name called and bullied, laughed at and cried with. We were loyal to a fault. We lived up to the expectations as to oldest, middle and baby. Each of us were anxious to get away from the other and forge our own identities as we messily weaved a tangled tapestry of family. Now we can see it isn’t tangled at all but woven to encircle and hold us all.  And we continue to weave a tangled beauty of children and grandchildren into that needlecraft. What a lovely coat of arms.

Golden haired children
we will be to the other
in our silver years