Blankets

Old tattered threads of traditions
clung to as part of one’s heritage and past,
wrapped to tightly over the heart and soul
until you feel the ancestral resonance
ring through its fabric and into the spirit,
it summons the visions of a proud legacy
though it has faded over the decades.

Still that weave is apart of your essence,
an integral and essential element of your identity,
which cries out with your name
because it makes you hold onto your memory
even the frayed fragments of tales
told as legends and lore by relatives.

To feel it buffer from the wind,
the inevitable swirls of endless change
that seem to swallow that bond
with the inheritance of cherished celebrations
making life so tied to the circle of life.

Huddle in the cold of night
while using that old mantle for comfort and peace
so you know regardless of the perils
given flight over any day or hour
as long as the garment is there to warm
because it has love stitched into its design
then the silence won’t slay the dreams
and morning shall still come with hopes.