The Drafty Old Cabin

I see myself a Patchwork Quilt
Patches and pieces, of various hue
The ties that bind, are stitches strong
A Tapestry, a journey, a song

Patterns of light delicate sewn
To offset the dark and wandering times
Colors bought with great price
Each a reminder, I was never alone

I see myself a Drafty Old Cabin
Aged planks with warps and leaks
Stones crumbling around the hearth
The ashes are cool, the flooring creaks

Grey patterns of ruin, the walls get shaken
when the rains and wind have their say
Yet the foundation holds
When the raging storms blow
“My daughter, my child, you were never alone”