The Word-Weaver's Legacy

The Word-Weaver's Legacy She is... .. .the progeny of her mother's strength And her father's weakness. The forbidden fruit —plucked. Clad in a tattered tapestry of tears, She slowly unravels her legacy And fashions sorrow's threads into a garment of independence. She is... . . .a weaver of words And a spinner of yarns. No longer bound by silence, Language becomes her needle, And with the parlance of her people She draws filaments from her past To stitch the fabric of her future. She is... ...merely an apprentice to the craft. Yet, with patient perseverance, Her nimble fingers and aristocratic thumbs will someday thread The voices of her kith and kin Through pen and needle poised, Tailoring the once-muted heritage of secrecy until The raiment of her renaissance is, at last, in words, revealed. —Bridgette York Smith 49 ...