Webs
Spider-like we weave our webs -
Criss-crossed connections
Past to present to future to
Memory to friend to
Birth to death to
Work to home to
Hope to dream -
The patterns of love and family life
All intricately and almost invisibly linked
Bejewelled by dewdrops
Glinting in a new day's honey light
Then like concealed spiders
We assess our workmanship
Self-assured and certain
In the midst of life
Believing these gossamer nets will endure
But they never do
Later
Raggedy threads hang limply
Like Miss Havisham's wedding veil
While inheritors sense the spaces
Where we once wove our lives.
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