The Lace Of Our Lives Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde

Silver slivers wind their way
memory-wire threaded
through life's everyday
by words loved-ones said.
Images beaded round and whole
capture a moment so long ago

The lace of our lives sewn
many-coloured silken thread
spun by loves we've known
never cut by distance or death.
Feelings remembered when old
as years finally take their grim toll

A rich tapestry wrapped around the heart
woven by a gentle finger-touch at the start